Somethin' your thinkin'
There is somethin’ you're thinking and tryin’ to say. But people are too busy to hear anyway. It's trapped on your tongue and sealed in your head. These thoughts of gold turn to memories of lead. You start thinkin’ what I’m doing on this sidewalk I’m sleepin’ and this sofa I’m keepin’. What am I sayin’ what am I thinkin’ on this space that I’m keeping all the while I’m drinkin’. The night comes a howlin’ and the demons are screamin’. And you can’t hear what the angels are singin’.