In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
all these changes
all these changes
my mind does not know
how to process this data
of where the hell to go
I don't know
I don't know
don't ask me
I don't know
am I still sleeping?
just what am I allowed?
my mind's up there
somewhere in the clouds
but I don't know
I don't know
look out below
I don't know
I want all of you
to stay the same
I'm so fuckin' scared
nothing will change
man, I don't know
I don't know
give me some clue, friend
I don't know
old man sitting
on the porch
in a swing
playing guitar
like he's got a right to sing
I don't know
I don't know
don't you be jivin' me, see
I don't know
I just don't know
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