It might be about a romance of the impoverished, third-world person with someone rich and privileged - either on the person-to-person level, or on the level of an idea, or an organisation/sysem vs. single human. Maybe a confrontation of the childish mind with the adult one? Here:
"Hear my troubles of mine
Can you take me for one last ride
I want to bend my soul again
That's what we do when we get older"
The narrator has a sad, uncomfortable story to tell, something that bothers them deeply - so they take a ride with the other person who doesn't necessarily understand but provides a form of escape; perhaps some form of drugs, or casual sex and careless, cynical approach to life - that way you can "override" your soul, forget, and that's the way most people cope with life as they get older.
"Where's your troubled mind
You got your money and you got them 'cause others just can't
There's the lottery
About geography"
The other person will never understand; they were born privileged and wealthy, so they have never even come close to the way the narrator has experienced the toughness of life. That's just the way this world functions: the narrator was born in the wrong place, and the wrong circumstances. They didn't deserve their troubles and hardship, the same way their friend hasn't deserved their wealth and peace of mind.
"Don't know the hand you're holding
Paying someone to put them to bed again"
Their partner doesn't really know them; when things get hard to deal with, too difficult to understand, the other person just wants to put the narrator's worries to rest with money, not paying attention to the true problem - or maybe not being able to help due to the lack of comprehension.
"And that's when it hurts
The difference
This is hot blood
And a difference
What a difference
A little difference would make"
The difference between the two is huge and it shows painfully at times like this - the narrator's driven by the hot blood, the anger related to their experiences and knowledge of their world. But yet - it's just that slight difference in circumstances - if they'd been swapped places at birth, or families - had a tiny detail been changed - their lives would look so very differently. Perhaps they would take each other's place in the world - if just for this one coincidence.
"Hear my love sigh
I've got a story that money just can't buy
Western standards
Poverty's profitable"
The narrator speaks bitterly of their relationship to the other person; they've got the emotion and the heat in them that no money can ever buy, just experience. Their story is not as pleasant, but perhaps more interesting and more valuable than the one their privileged partner carries. But they live in the western world and accordingly to its standards; poverty is only ever spoken of in the context of charity, which brings money to companies and rises rich people's self-esteem. People on the other side, though, experience it for real.
"See it slip and slide
Not just one answer 'cause it's working like parallel lines
It's not that easy
When you want it easy"
Yet another parallel to sex; their situation is difficult because it's difficult for the two worlds to relate to one another. As much as you'd like to make life and its cruel ways simple, you'll end up confused, especially if it comes to your own situation.
"And that's when it hurts
When you see the difference
It's a raging lung
And a difference
What a difference
A little difference would make"
The difference between the two of them, the difference between the two worlds, is painful for the narrator and is compared to a lung illness - bing misunderstood, the unfairness of fate, makes you short of breath, makes you feel like your insides are squirming and burning. After all, that little detail could've made all the difference.
"Don't leave me now
Don't fall asleep
We need to rest sometimes
But don't take long"
We need to take a break from the cruel reality from time to time, but don't fall asleep for too long - or you'll miss too much. You'll fail to change your life, to change the world, to really be by each other's side.
"It's something in the system
That still circulates
We'll dig a hole in the backyard
And drain the blood"
The system is faulty - if you want to kill it, you must make a tiny hole and drain its blood through the backyard. The change must start with yourself, with the tiniest grain of sand.
It might be about a romance of the impoverished, third-world person with someone rich and privileged - either on the person-to-person level, or on the level of an idea, or an organisation/sysem vs. single human. Maybe a confrontation of the childish mind with the adult one? Here:
"Hear my troubles of mine Can you take me for one last ride I want to bend my soul again That's what we do when we get older" The narrator has a sad, uncomfortable story to tell, something that bothers them deeply - so they take a ride with the other person who doesn't necessarily understand but provides a form of escape; perhaps some form of drugs, or casual sex and careless, cynical approach to life - that way you can "override" your soul, forget, and that's the way most people cope with life as they get older.
"Where's your troubled mind You got your money and you got them 'cause others just can't There's the lottery About geography" The other person will never understand; they were born privileged and wealthy, so they have never even come close to the way the narrator has experienced the toughness of life. That's just the way this world functions: the narrator was born in the wrong place, and the wrong circumstances. They didn't deserve their troubles and hardship, the same way their friend hasn't deserved their wealth and peace of mind.
"Don't know the hand you're holding Paying someone to put them to bed again" Their partner doesn't really know them; when things get hard to deal with, too difficult to understand, the other person just wants to put the narrator's worries to rest with money, not paying attention to the true problem - or maybe not being able to help due to the lack of comprehension.
"And that's when it hurts The difference This is hot blood And a difference What a difference A little difference would make" The difference between the two is huge and it shows painfully at times like this - the narrator's driven by the hot blood, the anger related to their experiences and knowledge of their world. But yet - it's just that slight difference in circumstances - if they'd been swapped places at birth, or families - had a tiny detail been changed - their lives would look so very differently. Perhaps they would take each other's place in the world - if just for this one coincidence.
"Hear my love sigh I've got a story that money just can't buy Western standards Poverty's profitable" The narrator speaks bitterly of their relationship to the other person; they've got the emotion and the heat in them that no money can ever buy, just experience. Their story is not as pleasant, but perhaps more interesting and more valuable than the one their privileged partner carries. But they live in the western world and accordingly to its standards; poverty is only ever spoken of in the context of charity, which brings money to companies and rises rich people's self-esteem. People on the other side, though, experience it for real.
"See it slip and slide Not just one answer 'cause it's working like parallel lines It's not that easy When you want it easy" Yet another parallel to sex; their situation is difficult because it's difficult for the two worlds to relate to one another. As much as you'd like to make life and its cruel ways simple, you'll end up confused, especially if it comes to your own situation.
"And that's when it hurts When you see the difference It's a raging lung And a difference What a difference A little difference would make" The difference between the two of them, the difference between the two worlds, is painful for the narrator and is compared to a lung illness - bing misunderstood, the unfairness of fate, makes you short of breath, makes you feel like your insides are squirming and burning. After all, that little detail could've made all the difference.
"Don't leave me now Don't fall asleep We need to rest sometimes But don't take long" We need to take a break from the cruel reality from time to time, but don't fall asleep for too long - or you'll miss too much. You'll fail to change your life, to change the world, to really be by each other's side.
"It's something in the system That still circulates We'll dig a hole in the backyard And drain the blood" The system is faulty - if you want to kill it, you must make a tiny hole and drain its blood through the backyard. The change must start with yourself, with the tiniest grain of sand.