On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
Unable to perform some simple task
Trapped at the stage of analysis
Thoughts of the shortness of life may beget
Bouts of shortness of breath in your chest
Doubts about the worth of the nights you got left
Crowding out all the fear and regret
He was my hero back when I was a kid
You let me down but Chavo never once did
You called him names to try to get beneath my skin
Now your ashes are scattered on the wind
I got up, got in a car
Said I don’t think I’m gonna go very far
Just take me one time around the ballroom slow
And take me home
I keep losing
Still keep hoping for that win
And you can’t change my mind
Not a slave if I’m already free
Not a captive if it’s where I wanna be