Vocal and instrumentation: Steve Swellander
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fiogf49gjkf0d Words and music copyright 2001 by Steve Swellander
I was writing this song yesterday
On the back of a life insurance form;
The postman comes and the postman goes
Leaving promises at my door.
Now I know he’s just a messenger,
He’s not the man with the plan.
He can box up your pound of flesh today
And ship it off to never never land.
But I’ve got unfinished business
And it’s calling to be heard.
I’ve got unfinished business
I’ve wasted time mincing words.
I’ve got unfinished business
Don’t want to see it drive away.
I’ve got unfinished business
I gotta raise some hell before the end of the day.
Well, you can follow that car,
Try to chase it down and blockade every access ramp,
But you can never have that parcel back
Cause it’s already got a stamp.
You gotta drink your bitter lemonade
And just be happy in your work.
It may be day labor, light denied
But that’s one of life’s little perks.
You may have unfinished business
She’s still walkin’ out the door.
You got unfinished business,
There’s a dear John letter on the floor.
You’ve still got unfinished business,
They’re repossessing today,
You’ve got unfinished business
Don’t touch anything, they’re hauling it all away.
Some people say that when God closes a door
He opens a window somewhere,
I really try to believe that Lord
And cherish the blessings you share.
There’s a brown cloud over the city today,
They’re warning everyone to stay inside,
Sit tight and wait for that rainy day
To soak your grass and wash the ozone away.
You’ve got unfinished business,
The dogs are scratching at the door.
You’ve got unfinished business,
You want to tune up and sing some more,
You’ve still got unfinished business,
You wanna say what you gotta say,
You’ve still got unfinished business
Don’t waste a moment cause today’s your day.
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