You taught me how to fly with my feet still on the ground
And you told me to be what it is that I was
No matter what all of the businessmen said
Serious Richard, why do you frown like you do?
Why do you think the whole world is after you?
Well, you’re probably right and it’s probably true about me, too
‘Cause sometimes the world ain’t sweet
Oh these days, when was it ever?
Maybe it’s just this city hurts
Oh Richard, I love you worse
I often recall the time in the doorway in Paris
The time of the broken sinks and the broken hearts
And the broken weeds that we tore apart
Thinking they were flowers, thinking they were art
We were so smart, Richard
We liked our love, we loved to live
Out in the streets we knew how to give
We were alive, happy to be alive
You don’t know my memory lingersmove for the girl dem, clap your hands for the girl dem,break your waist for the girl dem
Now you are reading: Serious Richard – Vonda Shepard