Story Behind The Song
An observation on the state of many relationships and many silently lonely lives
Song Description
We all must sell a little of ourselves to survive. The big question that determines our character and our destiny is how much we are willing to sell.
| Song Length |
3:38 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Poignant |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Unrequited Love |
| Similar Artists |
Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I CAN?T TURN MY BACK ON ME
I can tell you that I love you,
I can always lie about that.
I can see the sky above you,
And that lonesome old railroad track,
That can take me to forever -
Or at least take me out of here.
I can hear that steamboat whistle,
That can take me right out to sea,
But I can?t turn my back on me.
No, I can?t turn my back on me.
I should have zigged when I zagged,
I should have bobbed when I weaved.
Love?s game is rigged; I got tagged.
Yeah, I was robbed and deceived.
Though the deck is stacked against me,
I can?t turn my back on me.
I can?t turn my back on me.
You can stay where you?re not wanted,
You know, that?s not so hard to do.
Just pretend that you don?t see them,
When they pretend they don?t see you.
I can do what I don?t want to,
Just so I can pick up my pay.
I can sell all my time away,
Sell my space in eternity,
But I can?t turn my back on me.
No, I can?t turn my back on me.
I should have zigged when I zagged,
I should have bobbed when I weaved.
Love?s game is rigged; I got tagged.
Yeah, I was robbed and deceived.
Though the deck is stacked against me,
I can?t turn my back on me.
I can?t turn my back on me.
I can make believe I?m happy,
Being so close, yet so far from you.
I can smile straight through the hurting,
Yeah, I can make it all seem true.
Like a professional hypocrite,
I?ll make sure all the faces fit ?
And I?ll keep my dreams inside me,
Where I?m sure no one else can see,
But I can?t turn my back on me.
But I can?t turn my back on me.
I should have zigged when I zagged,
I should have bobbed when I weaved.
Love?s game is rigged; I got tagged.
Yeah, I was robbed and deceived.
Though the deck is stacked against me,
I can?t turn my back on me.
I can?t turn my back on me.
Copyright © 1999 Lex Zaleta