Story Behind The Song
came out of my wifes fertile, musical brain
Song Description
It speaks for itself, you know how sometimes you just get fed up, frustrated and want to be a hermit...that's the statement/feelings Julie is portraying here.
Song Length |
4:06 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Wasted Sunday afternoon out driving in my car
Wearing an argumentative plaid
I save angry words like you’d save pennies in a jar
Wrap them up and cash them in
I bought a night out on the town so set ‘em up ‘cause I’m going down
To the mud on the ground I will surely be dragging in
Oooo, I want to scream and shout in
Oooo, I don’t want to talk about it
Oooo, I know I should go home
I kinda like being alone
Hazy summer evenings seem to creep into my mind
You know there’s something just not right
Keeping your life captured like a firefly in your hand
While the rest go and light up the night
The sun comes up and goes back down
Still I cannot quite pin down
Plant the hope or farm that fear
Either way I’m buried
I wanna scream and shout it
Oooo, I don’t want to talk about it
Oooo, I know I should go home
I kinda like being alone
Sometimes wild grass grows between two perfect flowers
I can’t help thinking I have wasted every hour of my life
Draggin’ ass in tattered pieces, my spirits are way down low
Blew my stash on a big zero
You know sometimes fear just grabs the wheel when I’m out there on my own
Man, does it play the music loud
When I walk in, you’ll crack a joke
Laughter makes anger go up in smoke…
Until my jar is full again
Lately it fills up quickly
I do sometimes scream and shout it
Oooo, I just can’t talk about it.
As sure as there are stars and a moon in the sky, you know I’m coming home
I sure like being alone.
But I get tired and lonely
Guess you’re my one and only
And I can’t make it on my own
Copyright August 26, 2000