Widespread Panic
Miscellaneous
Pleas

Brian Whitman
The Original Lyrics File
They say turn the bright lights on
And there you'll find the truth
Here, open up this book
And now you'll find the proof
It feels like a can of worms
Keep the lid on tight
They say
Don't let it get too bright (x3)
No
They tell me it takes sorrow, boy
To help you feel the joy
They say it takes poverty
To let you love a toy
Now you can't have the good
Until you've shared the bad
Don't let it get too sad (x3)
No, not this time, time
They say it takes hardship, boy
To let you love arrest
Sometimes underneath the road
Is where I show my best
Go, put your work clothes on
Go and leave your mark
And they say
Don't let it get too dark (x3)
No, not this time