Good Intentions

Hold tight, I think I'm gonna shoot soon
'Cause you're no warmer than a soup spoon
Say, what's that? I thought I heard a drum roll
It looked like we were digging us a big hole
There I was, hanging by a fine thread
While you strummed those images in my head
Well, some folks cut sharper than a jackknife
While some folks are softer than a wet wipe

But in the end, it's clear to see
That you and I were chalk and cheese
Yeah, in the end, it's fair to say
That good intentions fade away
Yeah, they just fade away

Man, I knew this could be a sad tune
'Cause your heart was colder than a blue moon
And my mind was running like a riptide
It felt like being taken for a quick ride
There I was, shining like fool's gold
And I could not find myself a foothold
When your words, empty as a spring roll
Were not much deeper than a punch bowl

And in the end, it's clear to see
That you and I were chalk and cheese
Yeah, in the end, it's fair to say
That good intentions fade away
Man, in the end, it's fair to say
Those good intentions fade away
They just fade away

Hey, hold tight, I think I'm gonna shoot soon
I think I'm gonna shoot soon