This one has my partner Randy Crawford playing banjo again.

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I’ve stood in line for my passion
I’ve cried like a child in the night
Once I practiced my laughing
To a night watch jailers delight

I’ve walked these streets and I thought I paid my dues
I tried to get by without having anyone to lose
I wake up, in the morning, look around, and know I have to choose
I’ve been down on the ground with the prozac nation blues

You wanted more than we asked for
You wanted to soar in the sky
But the price you were asking
I always considered too high

Your wings made of wax, you challenge the sun and you lose
Gravity takes hold, no matter what excuse you use
You try to get by, without having anyone to lose
Soon your down on the ground with those prozac nation blues

Henry Harrington