Quick Fix

When I skinned my knee Momma made me feel better
but the wound still needed time to heal
When Betty broke my heart you know I wanted to die
somehow I survived that long ordeal
Heartache to heartache I grew strong
learning to take whatever comes along…

I went to Sunday School, I heard the Golden Rule
folks fought over chairs and padded pews
When my friend got fired he made their prayer list
but they kept their cash - he didn't share their views
I grew disillusioned, but I held on
`cause there's no confusion, between right and wrong
(and I think that's wrong but)

I don't want a quick fix,
I don't need a quick fix.
I don't want a quick fix,
Hey mister – keep your quick fix.

Some talk of pie in the sky in the sweet bye and bye
Well, I believe in a place called Heaven
No tears, no fears, no sin, no dyin'
but in the meantime I've got to keep on livin'
through laughter and sorrow, sun and rain
sharing my hero’s great love and pain…

I don't want a quick fix,
I don't need a quick fix.
I don't want a quick fix,
Hey mister – keep your quick fix.

©11/18/1990 by Bob Young