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Nothing Can Be Done Lyrics
Must I forgive you
Each time
And say you don’t know what you’re doing?
There are no victimless crimes
I know of
Out here in these graffiti ruins
My love
Oh, I am not old
I’m told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don’t start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
I heard you leaving
Late last night
I heard you screaming down the mountain
Like you were running red lights
(Red lights)
You had some trash-can-rock band pounding
Oh, I am not old
I’m told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don’t start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Must I surrender
With grace
The things I loved when I was younger?
(Sweet embrace)
Must I remember your face
So well?
What do I do here with this hunger?
Oh, I am not old
I’m told
And I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don’t start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Oh, nothing can be done...
Each time
And say you don’t know what you’re doing?
There are no victimless crimes
I know of
Out here in these graffiti ruins
My love
I’m told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don’t start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Late last night
I heard you screaming down the mountain
Like you were running red lights
(Red lights)
You had some trash-can-rock band pounding
I’m told
But I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don’t start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
With grace
The things I loved when I was younger?
(Sweet embrace)
Must I remember your face
So well?
What do I do here with this hunger?
I’m told
And I am not young
Oh, and nothing can be done
Don’t start
My heart
Is a smoking gun
Oh, and nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Oh, nothing can be done...
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A beautiful song, complemented by David Baerwald's (David & David, Sheryl Crow) amazing guest vocal. To me, it reflects the sadness of wanting to move past a rough period, and to continue to grow and explore... but somewhat shackled with the knowledge that past skeletons may encumber that growth.
With age comes wisdom, but also a past ("My heart is a smoking gun") and scars ("There are no victimless crimes... In these grafitti ruins").
One of my favorite "Joni"s.