Song Length |
3:13 |
Genre |
Blues - Delta |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Restless |
Subject |
Relationship |
Language |
English |
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Lyrics
I could use a little booze
A bit of prozac too
I'm runnin' outta clues
I got the Sunday evenin' blues
This ain't no way to handle
The way I feel tonight
The flame is flickerin' on my candle
I'm workin' with all my might
To shake this empty feelin'
To make it through these hours
I hear the church bell pealin'
It echoes from the towers
Chorus
Maybe I'll take a walk and meditate
Last thing I need is to sedate
I'll get through this there ain't no doubt
Don't 'spect my ass to sit and pout
There's no clear reason for this feelin'
Jest an empty hole that's colored blue
But starin' at the ceiling, struggling and dealin'
Somehow it all revolves around you
Chorus (a little different) ?
I SWALLOWED ALL MY booze
A bit of prozac too
I'm ALL RUN outta clues
I got the Sunday evenin' blues