Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Angry, artist - Blues Traveler. Album song Bridge, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 07.05.2001
Record label: An A&M Records Release;
Song language: English
Pretty Angry |
| I wish I drank tequila |
| I wish I stayed up late |
| But lately when the Sandman comes |
| You know I just can wait |
| No, lately I can wait |
| And we packed up all your boxes |
| It’s all been hauled away |
| I never stare at walls so bare |
| 'Cause something always stays |
| Yeah something of you stays |
| And I wanna shout from my guitar |
| Come out, come out wherever you are |
| The joke is over, open your eyes |
| A heart like yours, it never dies |
| And I found your keys behind your chair |
| I still can see you sitting there |
| This isn’t funny; |
| don’t fool around |
| You let me go… you let me down |
| And I guess I’m still pretty angry |
| And I don’t want to be |
| I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time |
| Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me |
| I wish I walked on water |
| Pulling rabbits from my sleeve |
| Guessing cards and saving everyone |
| I wish I still believed |
| Oh I wish that I believed |
| That I could also channel voices |
| That I’ve endured the burning blade |
| That I could make some of your choices |
| I wish I weren’t afraid |
| Of those choices that you’ve made |
| Like I could give you what you need |
| So ollie ollie oxen free |
| The game is up and I give in |
| So show yourself so that you can win |
| Come claim your prize and I don’t care |
| I still can see you standing there |
| How could you leave, how could you lie? |
| You cut me off in mid-reply |
| And I guess I’m still pretty angry |
| And I don’t want to be |
| I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time |
| Missing you or wishing instead it was me |
| The will to win, the urge to race |
| I still can see it on your face |
| Thought I’d keep up but only crashed |
| I wasn’t built to move that fast |
| Thought I could match you stride for stride |
| But I was on the other side |
| And holding onto the safety rail |
| With knuckles white, complexion pale |
| A cloud of dust and you were gone |
| Thought I would catch you later on |
| I limped behind, your race was won |
| But were you racing or on the run? |
| How you enjoyed, you loved to drive |
| And I’m destroyed… 'cause I’m alive |
| And I guess I’m still pretty angry |
| And I don’t want to be |
| I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time |
| Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me |
| And I guess I’m still pretty angry |
| And I don’t want to be |
| I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time |
| Missing you… |