A Song
Lyrics by Robert Hindle
When I’m searchin’, when I’m trying to make a groove,
And you’re just lyin’ there, cold,
And I’m jokin’ and playin’ for a smile to unfold,
You always look at me like I’m trying too hard,
Like my personality’s getting’ old.
Someday soon maybe I might leave,
Find a life where I can believe,
Maybe someday it’ll all wash through,
And you’ll smile at me like you used to do.
Maybe one day, someday soon,
Living under the blue moon.
When I talk to you, I’m also cryin’
I try to sing, get away from myself,
But I’m just kiddin’, maybe this is dyin’
Maybe this feelin’ is me hangin’
Abandoned, strung out,
Maybe this is me hangin’
Laughter spoken too soon