I was on the 59th Street Bridge
but I wasn't feeling groovy
Some kids were throwing rocks at pigeons
New York was exactly like a movie
of New York would be

But wouldn't we both be better off
if you come back home from London
so we could get some work done

I got sent up on Cripple Creek
I didn't see no drunkard's dream there
I was so angry I could hardly speak
I had to surrender to a scene where

I said even though
it isn't my idea I think I get it
We do all the hard work
you take all the credit

You be the melody and I'll be the music stand
You be the symphony and I'll be the cover band
Whatever it takes I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you

Creative diffences it's sad but it's still true

I went down by the river
but I couldn't shoot my baby
Holding my hands so I wouldn't shiver
said I wouldn't live here if you paid me

Then I blew my thing
it wasn't like I thought I could fake it
Some are born to dish it
out some are born to take it

You be the Guernica and I'll be the Polaroid
You be the big destroyer and I'll remain paranoid
Whatever it takes I will gladly do
To make myself unavailable to you

Creative differences it's a sad song but no less true


Lyrics submitted by albigensian

Creative Differences song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain