Thursday, October 13, 2005

I'm sick of it all.





"Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own"
Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've still got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7:46 PM

    I drink good coffee every morning
    Comes from a place that's far away
    And when I'm done I feel like talking
    Without you here there is less to say
    I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
    What is closer to the truth
    That if I lived till I was 102
    I just don't think I'll ever get over you
    I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
    'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
    That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
    I just don't think I'll ever get over you
    Your face it dances and it haunts me
    Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
    I still find pieces of your presence here
    Even after all these years
    But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
    'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
    Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
    I just don't think I'll ever get over you
    If I lived till I was 102
    I just don't think I'll ever get over you

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