One Hour
(Mary McBride, Paul Carbonara)
I been thinking way too much about everything tonight
And I’m trying to figure out how to drift out of sight
cause sometimes the world can be downright cruel
Sometimes you wake up and you just feel like a fool
I know I told you not to but I’m hoping you will call
I been up for twenty hours straight and I think I hit the wall,
I can’t stop talking but I can’t make any sense
Something about in betweens and sitting on the fence
Can someone shut my brain off for just one hour
I’m standing on the edge of a fifty story tower
My thoughts run circles like an endless maze
A preacher with a bullhorn sings amazing grace
There’s a place I sometimes go a place nobody knows
The birds can’t even see me cause the clouds are hanging low
I hold up my hands straight up to the sky
I’ll click my heels a hundred times if you’ll teach me how to fly
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