Slow Down ©2002 Richard March Stars are shining bright above your head. Shuffle, staring at the ground instead. Lassoed all the clouds and your draggin 'em round. Worried with a list of "Things I must," always saying, and "Man, if I could just" Maybe you should just "relax in your skin" Or you'll never win. Slow down boy, you're trying too hard. Money in your pocket, and no accord. Love just stands there knocking, outside your door. Don't nobody seem to live here no more. Feeling like a king and talking tall Walking on a fence, you never fall. Making your plans for the big, big day. You keep living like the only one Baby boy, that day will never come. Better check your game, start passing it 'round; Because you're losing ground. Slow down boy, you're trying too hard. Money in your pocket, and no accord. Love just stands there knocking, outside your door. Don't nobody seem to live here no more. Ain't you ever stopped to think about, Why you're always dragging, down and out? There's bricks inside your bag, and you don't even know. Throw your thoughts around like steely knives Always keeping score, and taking sides What would it feel like, to live, and let live. But you've got to give. "Slow down boy, you're trying too hard." Money in your pocket, and no accord. Love just stands there knocking, outside your door. Don't nobody seem to live here no more.