Blues Traveler - Sick Of It All Lyrics
Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popperWell, my eyes are tired and my knees are weakAnd sos my soul, its been one hell of a weekNot much else could go wrongBut damn, this could make a great songWell, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friendAnd Im looking back seeing my world at an endCause Im sure that by now she must knowYou know, this aint s bad as songs goWell I try not to smile, and I try not to stareAnd I try not to meet her eyes cause I know nothings thereIts getting harder every dayBut upon reflection, this song is okayYou see when Im down with the bluesI try to put it to some good useAnd if I could make something to playWell, then somethings come of it anywaySo at least my songs are all rightAt least at the end of the tunnel theres some kind of lightAnd if all they do is give me something to writeAs far as Im concerned, my songs are all rightAt least my songs are okayAt least they help make the pain the pain go awayAnd although I know Ill cry myself to sleep tonightAs far as Im concerned, my songs are all rightMy songs are all rightWell, Ive got to realize that love isnt realAnd all that stays with you is the pain that you feelI dont see where I could be wrongSo I might as well finish up this songOh, love unrequited, so what else is newIm one of the many, not one of the lucky fewIve got lots of lonely friendsI bet they wish that this song would endYou see when Im down with the bluesI try to put it to some good useAnd if I can make something to playWell somethings come of it anywaySo at least my songs are all rightAt least at the end of the tunnel theres some kind of lightAnd if all they do is give me something to writeWell, as far as Im concerned, my songs are all rightAt least my songs are okayAt least they help make the pain go awayAnd even though Ill cry myself to sleep tonightWell, rest assured, my songs are all rightMy songs are all rightOh, love unrequited, so what else is newIm one of many, not one of the lucky fewI said Im sick of loving her and Im sick of telling youIm sick of being in pain, and I know what to doShe says were good friends, but shes no friend of mineIm sick of being patient, and Im sick of being kindId love her in a big way but I know she dont careAnd Im sick of finding out that life just aint that fairIm sick of being patient, and Im sick of being kindAnd Im sick of these new thing that Im trying to findIm sick of he loves her and Im sick of she loves himIm sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whimThe list of what Im sick of is so longAnd finallyIm getting sick of this song
