dell dear….
you’ve gotta get me out of here
they made me speak a certain way
i know it sounds like a cliché
but the truth of the matter’s lying somewhere in between
you’ve got a mean machine on your hands now
don’t know about no higher power
i know i’ll never bow to higher power
but it’s getting harder every hour
i scour the land
and still i find i come up empty handed again
so if you want me to go
then just tell me when
you
just give me something to do
i’ve got some needs to be fulfilled
i’ve got a couple of pills
and still i somehow feel i’m only getting in your way
i work from 9-5 on a good day
i set these lazy wheels in motion
as i attempt again to cross your ocean
but now your tides are turning, our bridges burned…
and you can bury the man, and still somehow i think i’m gonna see you again
cuz when you told me to go, you never said when…
no, you never said when…