trippy blues written/recorded on the gloomiest november dasy you could imagine...

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sometimes we just have to move on, whether we want to or not

i'm headin out in the mornin, i don't know where i'll go
don't know how i'll wind up, but this much i do know
i can't stay here just sittin round questioning myself
in this house full of memories, and it's books upon it's shelves
can't say how to live your life, but as for myself
i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

maybe see the preacher, he could contact the lord
maybe he'll tell me something i ain't never heard before
maybe see the gypsy on the outskirts of town
maybe she can show me what i never would have found
can't say how to live your life, but as for myself
i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

m: i'll see you there, where minds wander
i'll see you there, and it goes on forever
i'll see you there, where life is better

i'm headin out in the mornin be it sun or rain
20 years seniority flushed right down the drain
should i worry about the money, should i worry about my soul
what it is i leave behind, or what there is to know
can't say how to live your life, but as for myself
i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help

maybe i'll ask christopher, he's been a friend to me
maybe he'll see something that so far i've failed to see
maybe i'll go to washington and tell them of my doubts
maybe they could pass a law t' try and help me out
can't say how to live your life, but as for myself
i'm headin out in the mornin t' try and find some help