Stanley Stunodd
02-12-04, 04:51 PM
Swimming in a morass of thick mud
like a whirlpool going down & down
not having the strength to swim against the tide
reaching out for that one last piece of straw
it snaps free and I'm going under
My soul is choking and my mind is jumbled
I cried out last night for a life ring
and was told I wasn't worry of such efforts
So, the crowd stood above me,
watching me as I slowing go round and round
I haven't one single soul which is willing to toss me a line
I'm so blue, I'm so sad, I'm so tired, I can't even get mad !
like a whirlpool going down & down
not having the strength to swim against the tide
reaching out for that one last piece of straw
it snaps free and I'm going under
My soul is choking and my mind is jumbled
I cried out last night for a life ring
and was told I wasn't worry of such efforts
So, the crowd stood above me,
watching me as I slowing go round and round
I haven't one single soul which is willing to toss me a line
I'm so blue, I'm so sad, I'm so tired, I can't even get mad !