A little funk with geriatric angst lyrics
Witten and performed by Andy McClelland
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Do you know what you're looking for?
Or do you wait until you find it?
Just maybe it's in front of your face
Could be you’re not looking in the right place
You think you got if figured from what you heard
Then some joker comes along and says another last word
Your stream of consciousness evaporates
There’s always that stuff you can’t anticipate
My fortune teller never sees - any tea leaves in my cup
And when she deals the Tarot cards - nothing ever shows up
Every time I think the answer’s in sight
Something turns left and nothing goes right
So don't ask me what I’m looking for
Got nothing to say so I’ll say no more
Can’t tell the difference between now and then?
When it all just seems to depend
On how you look, and maybe where
I'm sorry but I can’t help you there
Sitting on the fence you get to see all sides
But ya gotta climb up and hang on tight
And there’s times when it may not be clear
The wind shifts and some appear
With a little bit of luck - you might escape the past
But the future’s a mystery - and it’s coming on fast
Can’t always tell what’s in timely glance
Passing by in some moment of chance
So don't ask me what I’m looking for
Got nothing to say so I’ll say no more
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