Lately I, I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house It feels just like a shake down Between street sweepers and the pushers are the lawyers Who may as well be butchers Between the small timing hustlers who all, seem to feed upon each other
Oh, God, why you been Hanging out in that ol' violin While I've been waiting for you, to pull me through
Lately I, every time I try to lie down Well my mind just gets away I can't even close my eyes now Between the big fish ambition, and the lovers Using words as ammunition Between wood planks I've been pacing endless Impossible dream that I've been chasing
Oh, God, why you been Hanging out in that ol' violin While I've been waiting for you, to pull me through
