Another morning the alarm disturbs me on my day of rest Dozing off and wondering how long this experiment will last Driving for an hour each way to hear the exhortations of men In between the murmurs echoing off the walls of where to go on vacation
Took me twenty years of living under the guise Of thinking this is good for me, to help me get by Get the feeling that I don't belong here But I'm trying to follow But I'm trying to follow
Week after week sitting in a circle to dissect the text Should we really need the Cambridge Companion just for any of it to connect? Blank stares met my eyes when I questioned my dread and if it had to be real As if to say I'm really sorry but that's just part of the deal
Took me twenty years of living under the guise Of thinking this is good for me, to help me get by Get the feeling that I don't belong here But I'm trying to follow But I'm trying to follow I'll try again tomorrow But I'm trying to follow Try again tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.