Album: Grave Dancers Union
I gotta get on, I gotta get on out
All these worried troubled thoughts gotta get on out of my head
Gotta get on out of my head
Will I be on the streets tomorrow?
Will I have to beg and borrow?
Will I have to go back to the job I left behind?
Could you still make it
With a guy who never made it?
Would you look into my eyes if I were to go blind?
Gotta get on, I gotta get on out
All these worried troubled thoughts gotta get on out of my head
Gotta get on out of my head
Now will you leave me for another?
Send me running back to mother?
Will I have the time to tell you how I really feel?
Am I just getting slower
Or are you just talking faster?
Do we need bad disaster to make it plain to see
That all these worried troubled thoughts gotta get on out of my head
Gotta get on out of my head
Do I just feel like cryin'
Cause I'm sick and tried of tryin'
Trying to convince you this ain't how it has to be
The ground you walk on's sacred
The sky above awaits you
So cast all your frustrations to the bottomless sea
Gotta get on, gotta get on out
All these worried troubled thoughts gotta get on out of my head
Gotta get on out of my head