i knew a little boy who drowned one day
way back in the eighties
out with his parents on the lake
at one of those quarries
and it dawned on me, the way they say
there just ain't nothin' like losin'
what you can't live without
so they built themselves a picket wall
but never cared to fill it
with anything worth much at all
i guess they up and quit
maybe they were scared of another fall
cause there ain't nothin' like choosin'
what you can't live without
how those losses
they toss us
and they bring us back home
but we build fences
dig trenches
too scared to roam
outside where losses
they toss us
i was thinkin' of the boy who drowned back then
years ago when i was young
and i started thinkin' how time and again
we're robbed and flung
down, and ain't nothin' like losin'
what you can't live without
it's those losses
that toss us
but they bring us back home
where we build fences
dig trenches
and stay scared to roam
where there are losses
that toss us
- Rachelle LeCount
[based on a true story]
