Blues Traveler - Sick of It All текст песни

Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popper

Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak

And sos my soul, its been one hell of a week

Not much else could go wrong

But damn, this could make a great song

Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend

And Im looking back seeing my world at an end

Cause Im sure that by now she must know

You know, this aint s bad as songs go

Well I try not to smile, and I try not to stare

And I try not to meet her eyes cause I know nothings there

Its getting harder every day

But upon reflection, this song is okay

You see when Im down with the blues

I try to put it to some good use

And if I could make something to play

Well, then somethings come of it anyway

So at least my songs are all right

At least at the end of the tunnel theres some kind of light

And if all they do is give me something to write

As far as Im concerned, my songs are all right

At least my songs are okay

At least they help make the pain the pain go away

And although I know Ill cry myself to sleep tonight

As far as Im concerned, my songs are all right

My songs are all right

Well, Ive got to realize that love isnt real

And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel

I dont see where I could be wrong

So I might as well finish up this song

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new

Im one of the many, not one of the lucky few

Ive got lots of lonely friends

I bet they wish that this song would end

You see when Im down with the blues

I try to put it to some good use

And if I can make something to play

Well somethings come of it anyway

So at least my songs are all right

At least at the end of the tunnel theres some kind of light

And if all they do is give me something to write

Well, as far as Im concerned, my songs are all right

At least my songs are okay

At least they help make the pain go away

And even though Ill cry myself to sleep tonight

Well, rest assured, my songs are all right

My songs are all right

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new

Im one of many, not one of the lucky few

I said Im sick of loving her and Im sick of telling you

Im sick of being in pain, and I know what to do

She says were good friends, but shes no friend of mine

Im sick of being patient, and Im sick of being kind

Id love her in a big way but I know she dont care

And Im sick of finding out that life just aint that fair

Im sick of being patient, and Im sick of being kind

And Im sick of these new thing that Im trying to find

Im sick of he loves her and Im sick of she loves him

Im sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim

The list of what Im sick of is so long

And finally

Im getting sick of this song