I don't want to feel this
No time to give to Miss Crazy
And speaking of the miss
I haven't really missed her lately.
She's been gone, you see,
Long left aloof and lost in misery.
Floating away on a manic breeze
Like I'm in remission from her disease.
Oh father forgive me, I have sinned.
And here we go again,
Over and over on and on and on
I sing this song, you can call it the blues
But I'll dub it a shade of gray.
Just fighting to find the way,
Gotta first find the will
You must know exactly how I feel
Walkin round in my shoes.
Skipping record spins the blues.
