Words and Music: Jim Johnston Solo: Jim Brammer Excuse me, Miz and Mister Cool, I didn't mean to stumble on my words, and break your stupid rule, Of
I just got your letter, baby Too bad you can't come home I-I swear I'm goin' crazy Sittin' here all alone Since you're gone I got a mess of blues I ain
Our savior's fallen ill, and he won't get up We've cast away our stones, why won't he get up? So unawake with you, you let me drive your car You let me
Was a time when I had nothing to explain Oh, this mess I had made But then things got complicated my innocence has all but faded Oh, this mess I have
I twist and turn in the darkest space Can't find my worth as I numb the pain Glass to the sky with a black tooth grin This whiskey smile that takes me
Sitting' on the back of my time Fishing' through the cities phone lines Suddenly, suddenly 'til my back's out of line Who today will be knocked off And
Where am I Someone please turn on the lights I'm not fine I'm not fine How can I find my way From this little cellar they call life Down here I tear
Everyday is nuthin' but stress to me I'm constantly dwellin' on how you got the best of me Wanna know somethin' I can't believe The way you keep testin
Uptowns got it hustlers The Bowery's got its bums And forty-second street got Big Jim Walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun Yeah he's big and dumb
I can feel what is wrong I can do what you want I can feel what is wrong I can do what you want I can feel what is wrong Can you feel what is wrong Can
18, you think you're free To be what you wanna be Have a job or 2 or 3 You'll say you're sorry Don't try to run or fight Ask how or when or why Who cares
I fell to the ground and I thought I heard a voice It was a light, said you're coming, coming back home Said you lived way too long in a body not your
My heart and mind collided, I fell down Split and divided on the ground I went to my cellar, I found some glue I stick myself together for now And baby
I think the lyrics are more like this... Like a lit cigarette to your lips when it fit. Like the lung to your heart that it loaths 'cause it wasn't always
On the morning of A day I should love And the start of the Spring Now my day was snowed in So I rushed you off the phone How should I have known It's
So calm down, and come out I was heading down a road Your head turned left and I follow You were my accomplice, then Anywhere you go, I'm in You were
There was an old man who was true to himself, If he put his mind to something it was done. He could help everyone just by doing what he loved. He could