martin acoustic
moving to new york
I’m gonna push those nails out
I’m gonna push those nails out
I’m gonna push those nails out
I’m gonna live
I’m gonna push the lid off
I’m gonna push the lid off
I’m gonna push the lid off
I’m gonna live
There’s barely enough air in here
There’s barely enough air in here
It smells like grade school in here, in here
It’s hot and sticky and my head aches
Splinters under my finger nails
There’s always bad news from the u.s. mail
Can’t I just get a doctor’s note
Can’t I just get a chance to go home
Let me get out of this box and walk around-walk around-walk around
I wanna live
I’m running so fast now
I’m almost out of breath
And I’m not even being chased, my legs burn
G eminor bminor
I wanna pass the baton
But I’ve hardly gone the distance
Why am I even here? Sitting here? Quitting here? It appears I can’t disappear? I can’t look in a mirror, I fear I might lose your ear, look over here, look over hear
I’m not even trying to hide it, in spite of what it looks like, it might be something you’ve seen in movies, like a revolution, like a revolution only everybody’s too scared, too scared and unprepared
Please don’t run away, you may be able to lend a hand, I’ve got a plan, I’ve got a plan, just please don’t stand there, I’m aware your scared, I know your scared, but don’t be scared, it’s gonna be okay
I’mo show you the way
It’s easy if you just stay
I’mo get you outta disarray