Tác giả : Blues Traveler
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
You know how i tend to feel when nothing's happening 
Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly 
Far be it from me to be overreacting 
My body hurts like hell and all i can do is wonder why 
 
Like i'm in prison, my mind is occupied with busting out 
When our sleeper has risen 
Said what are these walking blues about 
 
Hey peter pan come play with me 
Please forget your lessons 
The wind is warm outside 
The breeze is blowing fast and free 
I don't seem to care that much 
But now when you're waiting for mama, says she 
"right now my mind is wandering up with the wind, just peter pan and me." 
 
Without being artistic, i prefer to trust my heart again 
It seems so sadistic, to try to write down 
When i'm walking out again 
 
Well, well well well, welcome aboard to the rest of your life 
This is it, you're really in it now, good luck and good-bye 
And oh look, there goes a youth, watch options fade to mist 
That's all right, baby, you'll do fine, baby, it's so hard 
Terribly hard, terribly hard, terribly hard... 
To exist 
 
You know how i tend to feel when nothing's happening 
Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly 
Far be it for me to be overreacting 
My body hurts like hell and all i can do is wonder why 
 
Like i'm in prison, my mind is occupied with busting out 
When the sleepers have risen 
Said what are these walking blues about 
 
Terribly hard, terribly hard, terribly hard... 
So hard