The Oldest Profession
By: Andrew Martin
Duration
6:10
Genres
Description
Written, Performed and Recorded by Andrew Martin
Lyrics
the oldest profession there’s just something about a red light that sends you racing from the gate as if the spell you cast would shatter if your resolve should hesitate my life's a fit of self-doubt so i have to hand it to you in a dizzy world of unanswered questions you’ve found a path right through i guess no one told you that a heavy heart is better than a heavy hand and only stillness can understand what a heavy heart is telling you mostly it’s a thankless job a fact i’m sure you quickly learned but is a martyr still a martyr if no one watches you while you’re burned? and if perseverance is a virtue then you’re rich beyond compare you keep digging a deeper hole as if there's treasure buried there chorus it might be the oldest profession still it’s no easier from all that time the sheep will wander in every direction instead of following your line chorus I guess no one told you that a heavy heart is better than a heavy hand and when the seconds weigh like hours it's a heavy heart that will see you through
