Johnny Rei

SOMETIMES I FEEL LOST AND STOLEN
EVEN WHEN THE SUN IS SHINING
SOMETIMES I FEEL SO MUCH ON MY OWN

IKNOW I CAN PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL YOU
BUT THIS WON'T SORT OUT ANYTHING AT ALL

I WANT TO GET THROUGH THE BAD TIMES
WITHOUT YOU MY FRIEND
I WILL SEE YOU LATER WHEN I MAKE IT IN THE END

BECAUSE NOW I'M JUST ANOTHER WEEPING MAN
NOW I'M IN THE DEPEST KIND OF FALL

I KNOW I CAN PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL
ON YOU MY FRIEND
BUT THIS WON'T SORT OUT ANYTHING AT ALL

SOMETIMES I SEE MYSELF IN BLUES
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE LONELY BAG OF BONES

I KNOW I CAN GIVE UP AT ANY MOMENT
BUT THIS WOULD TURN MY HEART INTO STONES