Castles by Tom Mcdonald-I see you at the liquor storeLeavin' with the cheapest can of beer on the shelfYou ain't living on the street, but you barely makin' rentAnd I relate because I'm struggling myselfI see you smile at the clerk, while you fumble through your purseI just wish I had a little more to helpI imagine where you livin', how you feelin'What you love and who you'll be if you can make it out your hellI see you at the bus stop, lookin' at the sidewalkSmokin' half a cigarette, waitin' for a rideKinda limp when you walk and look away when you talkYou're ashamed, I can see it in your eyesProbably got a NASCAR shirt and a car that you loveBut you're here 'cause you're too afraid to driveIt's been almost ten years since the day that you crashedCan't forget about the little boy's lifeEverybody's got a story, if you look a little closerYou can see it in the wrinkles in they faceThey can hide it in the silence, they can bury it and fight itBut it comes out when they hair is turnin' greyYou can feel it if you touch 'em, you can tell that they are troubledYou can hear the story runnin' through they veinsWe all travel different roads, and we put on different clothesUnderneath it all, we're really all the sameWe've all got problems, and we all feel aloneWe've all been haunted by the secrets we holdWe could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrownOr we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesWe've all got problems, and we all feel aloneWe've all been haunted by the secrets we holdWe could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrownOr we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesI see you sittin' on the front porchPlayin' with a radio lookin' to the skyProbably living in that house all aloneThese days, tryna find a better way to pass timeGot a wheelchair ramp leadin' up to the doorI can see that you walk just fineProbably hate it 'cause it isn't gettin' used anymoreAn you only ever built it for your wifeEverywhere that I walk, see you on the sidewalkBeggin' for a little loose change for some dopeProbably gotta mama and a papa spending everythin' they makeTryna clean you up enough to take you homeUsed to have a good job, used to get good gradesUsed to have big dreams, then you lost hopeWhen your girlfriend died giving birth to your sonYou're the father that he'll probably never knowEverybody has a tale that they're too afraid to tellYou can see it in the cracks in they handsThey can cover it with smiles, if you walk a couple miles in their shoesThen you'll know where they standEveryone who really lived, had to climb out of a ditchThey were in before they found the right pathIf you wanna know the truth about what we've been going throughThen try to put your phone away, so you can, askWe've all got problems, and we all feel aloneWe've all been haunted by the secrets we holdWe could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrownOr we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesWe've all got problems, and we all feel aloneWe've all been haunted by the secrets we holdWe could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrownOr we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesWe are the neighbors, that you'll never meetWe are the strangers, walking down your streetWe are a million faces in the crowdWe are the ones the system's tearing downWe are the people, working to surviveWe are more than just our nine-to-fivesWe are the shopping malls and streetcarsWe are one, it's time to tell 'em just who we areWe've all got problems, and we all feel aloneWe've all been haunted by the secrets we holdWe could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrownOr we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesWe've all got problems and we all feel aloneWe've all been haunted by the secrets we holdWe could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrownOr we could build our castles with the sticks and--- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rosieruthless/message