Try your best to see through the. confusion. Seems the more you see. The less you try. You don't know what's real and what's. illusion. If you don't know by now then how.
Every night I ask myself. That same old question: why?. And every day the answer. Seems more distant. I always knew the final. Truths lay just beneath the lies.
Climbing a mountain. In darkness. Stranded alone on the ledge.. Every attempt that I make to hold on. Pushes me nearer the edge.. . Sensing the changes impending.
Looking for a lady. I'm looking for a lady. To change my night to day. . Looking for a lady. I'm looking for a lady. To chase my blues away.. . Well, I have a few in mind.
Some say that love is its own. Love is its own reward. But I can't help but believe. There's got to be more. . A man needs a woman. To have and to hold.
You. With the past at your back. And the future unsure. Asked. For the chance to try. Love once more.. . Well aware of the consequences. Should the dream fall through.
An only child alone and wild. A cabinet maker's son. His hands were meant. For different work. . And his heart was known to none. He left his home and went his lone.
Going back and forth inside my shut up brain again. You gotta let her go, gotta let her go. Worlds apart, I'm torn apart, I'll stall up my senses. You gotta let her go, gotta let her go.