Dead Hot Workshop Lead Thoughts
Slowly sinking into my eyes
And I'm listening to the phone
Waiting for it to ring
And I'm waiting for anything
And I ain't got a quarter or a dollar or anything
And I'm so fine all the nights
That I've asked myself that a million times
"Am I gonna be alright?"
It's too soon to tell
So I tell myself a lie
TV, something big
Out of a sound of a crowd, surround me
Light is spilling all over the wall
And I'm gasping for breath
Within myself
And I'm so fine all the nights
At a million miles an hour
To chase .........
So clear as a bell
So hard getting down
Now I'm thinkin' of something
And I'm making you guess what it is
Ain't no way that I can put it into words and have it make sense
And I'm so fine all the nights
I've asked myself a million times
"Am I gonna be alright?"
There's no way to tell
Till I find out for myself