every Sunday morning
I wake up to find
that Saturday still
is clouding my mind
all that stuff that I did
the night before
I'm not doing that
anymore
the straight and narrow
is where I'm at now
somebody show me how
I've been running around
looking for peace
running and hiding
I can't get no relief
I hurry and worry
I over question my brain
but everything still
turns out the same
I'll be as good
as my heart will allow
somebody show me how
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