Slow Poke – Bain Mattox – letras

I am a slow pokeLiving in a fast, fast, fast worldI’ll follow the leaderBe the end of the line at the never-ending curlI am what’s left behindLeft behindLeft behindI am a keepsakeStanding in place as you shuffle through your dayUntil the Goodwill takes meI disappear into the thrown out display(Chorus)I am suitcaseSomehow forwarded into the wrong aero-planeEasily replacedBy vouchers that get you exactly the same thing(Chorus)Your arms can’t reach this low to pick me upYour arms can’t reach this low to pick me upYour arms can’t reach this low to pick me up, to pick me upYou’ve gone away from meAway from meAway from meAway from meThere is no hope or certaintyThat you’ll be back somedayYour arms can’t reach this low to pick me upYour arms can’t reach this low to pick me up(Chorus)