violin

Amos Lee

Lately I, I've been heading for a breakdown
Every time I leave my house
Well, it feels just like a shakedown
Between the street sweepers
And the pushers and the lawyers
Who may as well be butchers
Between the small timin' hustlers who all
Seem to feed upon each other

Oh God, why you been
Hanging out in that old violin
While I've been waiting for you
To pull me through

Lately I, every time I try to lie down
While my mind just gets away
I can't even close my eyes now
Between the big fish ambition
And the lovers
Using words as ammunition
Between these wood planks I've been pacing
And this impossible dream that I've been chasing

Oh God, why you been
Hanging out in that old violin
While I've been waiting for you
To pull me through

Oh God
Oh God

Oh God, why you been
Hanging out in that old violin
While I've been waiting for you
To pull me through