Who Will Save Me
"Blah blah blah blah blah!"
"yes sir"
"Blah blah blah"
"No sir"
"Blah blah blah!"
"Yes sir" i walked slowly to the basement thinking about what my dad had just lectured me about. I didn't understand one thing he uttered. Sure I understand the words, but what does he really mean. It seems all my world has become is one long paragraph with has no real meaning. My life has no real truth in it, just words thrown together.
"Blah blah" My two brothers came into the room, to begin our rehearsal. We sang the words that had no meaning to me, but did to everyone else. Sure, I was happy with being able to do what i love for a living, but with no real meaning behind it, it seems more like work, than just having fun.
"Blah blah" they walked out, finished with 2 hours of rehearsal and writing more empty songs
"Hi Chris"
"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah" he seemed to go on forever
"Yeah okay. 3 o'clock interview?" More reporters asking the same dull questions.
"Blah blah blah"
"okay i'll be ready"
"blah blah" he lft and so did everyone else, leaving me there along. People might as well talk in French. either way, the words mean nothing to me.
I put in our new cd and listened to track 5
Won't you save me
cause savings what i need
I just want to be
by your side
It seems we've helped save so many but who is going to save me....