Song Description
WRITTEN DURING AN INTROSPECTIVE PERIOD IN MY SISTER'S TINY BATHROOM IN NYC. (BATHROOMS HAVE PHENOMENAL ACOUSTICS)
| Song Length |
2:50 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
Life |
| Similar Artists |
Crowded House |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I'M CRYING THESE BUCKETS OF TEARS
AND I WASTED ALL THESE YEARS
NO MONEY CAN BRING 'EM BACK NOW
AND I DONT WANT EM ANYHOW
AND IF YOU UNDERSTAND A LITTLE
YOU PROBABLY COULD BE GOOD
I WANNA BE SOMETHING
I WANNA SEE SOMETHING
I WANNA FEEL SOMETHING GOOD
NOT JUST WANDER IN THE WOODS
SHE'S GOT IT AND SHE WON'T LET IT GO
EVEN THOUGH HER DADDY SAYS SO
AND IT'S WAITING AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
STILL SHE DOESNT EVEN CARE
AND IF YOU UNDERSTAND A LITTLE
YOU PROBABLY COULD BE GOOD
I WANNA BE SOMETHING
I WANNA SEE SOMETHING
I WANNA FEEL SOMETHING GOOD
NOT JUST WANDER IN THE WOODS
AND I FEEL A FOREST GROW AROUND ME WHEN I STAY
STILL I WANNA FIND MY WAY.
I'M CRYING THESE BUCKETS OF TEARS
AND I WASTED ALL THESE YEARS.