Lyrics

DAMSELS IN DISTRESS
(Lyrics and music by Winston Apple)

All the fine young rebels
Sit home glued to their TV screens
Searching for a cause that will give meaning to their lives
While the lonely souls with no interest in rebellion
Spend their nights looking for love
In the bars and the classifieds
And even when they think they might have found it
They’re not really satisfied

Sacrificial lambs are begging to be slaughtered
On the alters we have built to success and fame
And we insist on crucifying anybody
Who even dares to suggest
We’ve got no one but ourselves to blame
We’re always looking around
For somebody else to blame

Everybody’s looking for Love
And everybody claims
They’re gonna get it right next time
They’ve learned how to play the game
Oh, but Love is not a game

Damsels in distress ride to the rescue
Of broken heroes who have lost their way
But it’s not the sort of thing that you can depend on
No, it’s not the sort of thing that happens every day
If you expect your prayers to be answered
You’d better learn how to pray
Yeah, you’d better get down on your knees
And learn how to pray
Let me hear you say –
Forgive us Father
For we know not what we do
We’re just stumbling around
Fumbling in the dark
Trying to find our way back to the Garden
Trying to regain the innocence we lost so long ago
Trying to find our way back to You

Everybody’s looking for Love
And everybody claims
They’re gonna get it right next time
They’ve learned how to play the game
Oh, but Love is not a game