The Doing Of The Thing

Words & Music by Bob Bennett

© 1991 Bright Avenue Songs
P.O. Box 1578
Cypress, CA 90630-6578
Reprinted/Posted by Permission
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Fleeting glimpses of you everywhere
Like sunlight at dusk
Through this ocean of trees
And me in speeding car
Headlong into the future
Your perfume through this poison musk
My eye on letter "E"

  Mistake the nodding of the head
  And all the words that can be said
  Mistake the very song I sing
  For the doing of the thing

She in white dress
He in rented clothes
Bargains are struck
And promises made
But soon we find those people
Are already dead or dying
They just exist in photographs
That show how far they've strayed

  Mistake the nodding of the head
  And all the words the can be said
  Mistake the wearing of the ring
  For the doing of the thing

    And in that quiet cemetary
    Where theories go to die
    It's not a question of believing
    It's not a question of the lie
    It's the distance that we will not cross
    For the fear of suffering
    Between the creed we speak so easily
    And the doing of the thing

Broken souls covered in broken skin
No resolution on the video screen
And half a world away
Somebody does our bidding
Because we like to pray
With our fingernails clean

  Mistake the nodding of the head
  And all the words that can be said
  Mistake the sympathy we bring
  For the doing of the thing
  The doing of the thing