| Yeah
|
| I’m in the throes of keeping pace
|
| And I never stood a chance
|
| Red and swollen in the face
|
| Trying to meet all the demands
|
| Pimpin', passion
|
| Keep the faucet running
|
| Nothing into something
|
| It was always in my heart thumping, loving
|
| That’s what gives me motion
|
| That’s what keeps me going
|
| But I got some questions
|
| Left or right got me tongue tied, yeah
|
| Can’t decide that’s on my life
|
| Well that’s fine
|
| I think that everything will be alright
|
| And I try
|
| But far too many times I fall behind
|
| Oh
|
| Hey hey
|
| Yeah
|
| Just give them what they want it don’t take much
|
| There’s an act I’d like to play I’m getting good at
|
| In a movie of my own could you blame us
|
| For putting on a mask others want to look at?
|
| All eyes on me need your attention
|
| Oh you didn’t see you must’ve missed it
|
| Can I ask this question?
|
| Tell me are you entertained?
|
| Are you entertained?
|
| Well that’s fine
|
| I think that everything will be alright
|
| And I try
|
| But far too many times I fall behind
|
| I got this light inside me
|
| It’s all I have sometimes
|
| I don’t know where I’m going
|
| Or who I am sometimes
|
| Oh sometimes
|
| Sometimes |