Pickin’ up the Pieces
words & music: JP Den Tex & Rob van Donselaar

Words keep pouring out of me Weird stuff, often comical People from a distant past Come alive in me at last

As every secret must be told Before true freedom can unfold When she’ll be only mine to hold In moments everlasting

Cold, so cold
Just play that game I’m told
Cold, so cold
The center will not hold Tomorrow at breakfast I’ll be gone Pickin’ up
Pickin’ up the pieces

Pickin’ up the pieces
Laissez les mauvais temps rouler While I’m pickin’ up the pieces

There’s no evil (says my love) We’re basically just animals Let the monkey in, wise up Your gospel’s sanctimonious

That’s how she fools the curse of time Makes happiness an awkward crime And looking at her so sublime
In moments everlasting

Cold, so cold
Just play that game I’m told
Cold, so cold
The center will not hold Tomorrow at breakfast I’ll be gone Pickin’ up

Pickin’ up the pieces

Cold, so cold
Just play that game I’m told
Cold, so cold
The future will not hold Tomorrow at breakfast I’ll be gone Pickin’ up (pickin’ up)
Pickin’ up the pieces

Pickin’ up the pieces
Welcome to the blues
Laissez les mauvais temps rouler…