Do you have the time to listen to me whine? I am a question to the world, not an answer to be heard. I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told. I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. I've been to Georgia, and California, and anywhere I could run; took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun. What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak? In my dreams I've seen things that only seem to happen on the silver screen. I know I've been unfaithful, with lovers in lines. It's crazy, thinking, just knowing that the world is round, and here I'm standing on the ground, never right side up or upside down. I won't worry my life away, no not me no, no not today. I bless the rains down in Africa. |
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