Can't Find A Way To Get Back To You
Day after day
I try and take it all in
I take a little bit of sorrow
I’ll take a little bit of sin
And when it get’s a little hard
I’ll drink a little bit of gin
But I can’t find a way to get back to you
Time after time
It’s the same old scam
The same day old bread
Spread with the same old jam
It’s the same old hitch
In the fool-proof plan
But I can’t find a way to get back to you
No I can’t find a way to get back to you
No I can’t find a way to get back to you
What a mystery it is
This power to choose
To either fold or fight
To either win or loose
Well I’m fighting a good fight
But I don’t know whose
And I can’t find a way to get back to you
No I can’t find a way to get back to you
No I can’t find a way to get back to you
When you’re young all you want like hell
Is to get up on two feet and yell
But then you grow up and you ain’t got nuthin;
Nuthin’ nuthin’ nuthin’ nuthin’ to say
And nuthin’ nuthin’ nuthin’ nuthin’ nuthin’ nuthin’ to sell
I’ve felt the cold embrace
Of a concert crowd
I’ve sent he holy face
On the holy shroud
Well I’ve heard the purring of a thundercloud
And I can’t find a way to get back to you
No I can’t find a way to get back to you
No I can’t find a way to get back to you
- Philadelphia 2004
Words and music by Devin Greenwood © 2006 Secret Piney Music