Fresh Fruit
Dave McPherson
It's okay, I'll be coming home soon
I'm no good at living the way I do
And I'll change, I think that I have found the way through
I mean it this time, mean it good & true
A new bowl of fresh fruit
A clean slate & a brand new suit
A new heart rate that beats for you
Dig out the old dead roots
Served me love on a plate & all the food I thankfully ate
A new bowl of fresh fruit
The spirals I spun went underground for miles
I gave into the trials upon these isles
No more useless excuses now
They're see through, they hold no water just doubt