somewhat distorted
Give me shelter from the rain
give me shel....ter from the rain
for i can't, find my way alone.
I am tripping out and nothing seems real
having close encounters but nothing i feel
is having the direct effect
losing count of every sunset.
How would it be if i turned my life upside down
always to wear a frown with no more clowning around
Could it be better, no doubt in my mind
or another disaster to me unkind.
Always a number never a name
bowing to authority with no ability to change
the person i have become, happy under the thumb.
Always in the middle of what ever flies around
with devastating precision without a sound
Getting me reeling over the news
it's time for me to be excused.
Something else to fill my life with
before i set to blow, but really i don't know how fast or how slow.
Give me shelter from the rain
give me shelter from the rain
shel.....ter me from the rain
before i fall and am seen no more.
Every dog has it's day, maybe today is that day
or tomorrow or next week
nothing will bring me more sorrow to realise i am weak.
That i was derailed and then i was plundered
outwitted by whom i sometimes wonder
you know it's time for me to be elsewhere
a place that is happy me being there.
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