Stare Into The Sun
Stare Into The Sun
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Goin' Wrong

well I wish I had a piano, I would play it all night long
instead of going crazy Iíd go somewhere in a song
the days are passing by me and Iím just stumbling along
God knows Iím going wrong

and Iím digging out my basement and filling up the yard
never thought shoveling the earth could be so hard
but at least this job is easier than trying to play the bard
still lookin' to draw that lucky card

and the postman hasnít come yet, Iím still waiting on the mail
skies are getting darker, cold rain is turning into hail
and my heart is taking water but thereís no bucket with to bail
seems like Iím chasing my own tail

canít tell itís coming if itís coming from behind
seems like the outside world is slipping from my mind
thought I caught a groove today, but it turned out to be just a bind
hope thereís still something left to find

the dogs are starting to bother me, well, I told 'em to go to hell
sometimes this old house seems just like a cell
and when Iím at my lowest I hear the old church bell
goes to show, well, ya just can never tell

and Iím looking out my window up and down the empty street
thereís nobody passing by, thereís no one left to greet
and I thought I saw an angel passing by with golden feet
better sit back down into my seat

canít tell itís coming when itís coming from behind
seems like the outside world is slipping from my mind
thought I caught a groove today, but it turned out to be just a bind
I hope thereís still something left to find

well I wish I had a piano, I would play it all night long
instead of going crazy Iíd go somewhere in a song
the days are passing by me and Iím just stumbling along
God knows Iím going wrong

words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 2004 Sunny Smedley Music