Yet another song about the girl the love the good the confusion the bad the weakness the metaphor the sun blah,blah,blah.......
Solo original acoustic songs looking for someone to beg,borrow or steal and make famous,because Lord knows I ain't got the guts.Taking the 'O' out of Country,if
The Ultimate Middle Aged One Man Boy Band
Lyrics
If he seems a bit confused don't be alarmed I'm sure it's just a passing phase,
Seems he's been trying to figure out a way to straighten up and climb out of his daze,
Of course it should come as no surprise he never fails because he never tries,
When he looks down things spin around and when he looks up the sun gets in his eyes.
Now I look at you and I shudder, wince and cringe when I see your doing fine,
You've got that shit eating grin smeared across your face and I'm stuck with this funny look on mine,
You spend your days soaking up the rays and at night you celebrate until sunrise,
Hell when I look down things spin around and when I look up the sun gets in my eyes,
Sun blah, blah, blah, eyes.
Now the Lloyd she works in mysterious ways, her dice are loaded, her deck is stacked,
And please forgive these old cliches but tell me why do opposites attract,
'cause I still don't get what you see in me and you can bet I'll never understand
Why the only reflection I see is a faded glimpse of a pathetic man
Who's been waiting and waiting and salivating
I'm not fooling,yah he's been drooling,
And he's cold and tired and hungry, lost and lonely not to mention,
He's stinking drunk and sick and so damn broke he can't even afford to pay attention.
Well I would rather live upon my knees,there's a certain social grace I lack,
I try not to use obscenities but I'm so fucking glad to have you on your back.
But I'll warn you now I'm not that strong,somewhere somehow something went wrong,
Yes I'll warn you now I'm still not strong,
The twelve step program was eleven steps too long.
And so I'll paint a smile and draw a blank when I wonder where our future lies,
Will we walk the aisle or walk the plank and if I look up will you help to shade my eyes?
Well I could have sang a little ditty about love so true but it would sound like every other mushy song,
So Lloyd I'll just say that when I'm with you, I wish my tongue was at least ten inches long.
Now as I slither my way home all moments of clarity have been carefully erased,
Yah but you know me man, I'm still loving it way down here, though it seems like such a waste,
When I'm not being pummeled hard by kamikaze question marks, I'm being pelted harder by giant self- inflicted softball sized lies,
And if I look down I know I'll drown but when I look up the sun gets in my eyes,
Sun blah, blah, blah,eyes.
(Oh man)
