Got wet feet
I'm knee deep
in the middle of a great dillema
Can't seem to get my future off the ground
Both sides are better on the wrong side
Instead of seeking I've been hiding
Living on the darkside all the time

I rock the boat
I'm a sour note
In a song of a celebration
The tune on the trumpet comes out like the blues
I ain't had a woman in a long time
No posessions I can call mine
And I can't count on time to kill my ills

CHORUS
And I gotta be stronger
So I can stand the pain
Can't last much longer
Gotta come out of the rain
'Cause it's a brighter day tomorrow
That'll make up for today
And I'll be singing like like a sparrow
That's found a song where the tune's been locked away

I don't rhyme
I'm out of time
Any group that pulls together
I'm layin' the bomb like the middle of World War Two
I feel like I'm walking on a thin line
Waitin' for the sun to shine
Lookin' on the dark side all the time

I can guess but I don't know
I think but I can't decipher
It's old
But I'm in the middle of a devil & the deep blue sea
I gotta be hear for all the sunny days
The good don't last so the bad can't stay
And I can't count on time to kill my ills

CHORUS

(transcribed by Thomas Fiddler 10/2009 - Thanks!)