Shape of the World

I'm sailing down to Panama
Gonna run across the isthmus
I had a heart for art's sake
But no stomach for the business

If I had a head for figures
I would be another guy
Instead of chopping up these onions
and trying not to cry

I could say I never sold out
But that's a slogan of the poor
Of course you learn the hard way
Or you never know for sure

- from "Shape of the World" by John Gorka