Potato Salad

When I die my only regret, will prolly just be being dead

Missing out on all the funeral pies

The guitar picking and the lone star light

And hearing all the lies about how good i was

I wonder if anybody will remember my name

If they don't my momma's potato salad will be to blame

I can see them now just gathered around like

A bunch of stoned squirrels with their tongues hanging out

Saying oh my God tyann what is in this

Had enough about me

You see this world is a wild and crazy place

Can't be quite as crazy as out there in space

You see a pretty shooting star I see a comet

Crashing into mars and stomping his ass like he owed him money

There's nothing wrong in seeing the good

Sometimes it's just a little harder to see it

What do you do when the powder is wet

Looky here friend they call this a bayonet

That's a metaphor if you couldn't tell it means

Quit your whining and make something of yourself

'Cause after all we are all dying

I've seen too many people just waste away

Like ships in the harbor on a calm cool day

There's so much out there that you've gotta see

I've seen it all so take it from me

The essence of nature truly is all around us and damn its beautiful

So come on man tell me what it's gonna be

You gonna stare in them haunted waters

Or you gonna head on out to sea

Time's a wasting clock's a ticking and the sun's a burning out

And before you know it someone's making potato salad