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(Emmylou Marris/Malcolm Burn) |
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O the walls are closin' in |
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I can feel it in my bones |
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Like water risin' up to my chin |
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Another long night to be alone |
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I could go out on the town |
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Talk too much and laugh too loud |
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If I'm already on my way down |
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I might as well just work the crowd |
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Can you hear me now |
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O the stories |
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I could teil |
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Sometimes |
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I really hit my stride |
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We make our own |
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Heaven and our own |
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Heil Tryin' to get across to the other side |
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But everyday ends up the same |
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One step up, two steps back |
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Like some old silent movie frame |
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Zoom in close, then fade to black |
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Can you hear me now |
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How did the load get to be so heavy |
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I used to wear my troubie like a crown |
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A bad flood's poundin' on the levee |
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And l'm gonna need some help |
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To hold my ground |
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But I'm sinkin' like a stone |
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To where in solitude this life |
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I'll spend |
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In the coldest place |
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I've ever known |
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I'm here just waitin' until the end |
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I send up my |
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S.O.S. A message in a bottle set out to sea |
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It just reads "Soul in distress" |
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But nobody ever got back to me |
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Can you hear me now |
