Perpetual Groove Three Weeks
It's been about three weeks now
Since I've laid in her bed
No rest for my soul I need
A little soul rest for my head
See I've been dancing with possibility
And playin' with my razor blade
I lost the thing I thought I had
The thing that made me think I had it made
Why you laying down
I say that it beats standin' up
What's got you feeling so down
I hold up my empty cup
My friend, as you can see
I have nothing to pour
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
They showed me the door
It seems it's been forever now
I've given up on that bed
I ain't got much soul left now
And I don't have that much bread
I'm seein' that there are no more possibilities
I've tossed away my razor blade
I never had the thing I thought I had, The thing that made me think I had it made
Think I had it made
Why are you laying down
I say that it beats standin' up
What's got you feeling so down
I hold up my empty cup
My friend, as you can see
I have nothing to pour
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
They showed me the door
