Thursday, October 11, 2007

You Can't Start A Fire Sitting 'Round Crying Over A Broken Heart

I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say. I come home in the morning. I go to bed feeling the same way. I ain't nothing but tired. Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself. Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help.

Message keeps getting clearer. Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place. I check my look in the mirror - I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face. Man, I ain't getting nowhere. I'm just living in a dump like this. There's something happening somewhere, baby, I just know that there is.

You sit around getting older - there's a joke here somewhere, and it's on me. I'll shake this world off my shoulders. Come on baby, this laugh's on me. Stay on the streets of this town, and they'll be carving you up alright. They say you gotta stay hungry? Hey baby, I'm just about starving tonight! I'm dying for some action. I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book. I need a love reaction.

Come on now baby, gimme just one look.


pete lutz said...

It's true! The Boss is the Messiah.

D'Artagnan said...

The Boss is my shepherd, I shall not want.