Goin' Wrong

well I wish I had a piano, I would play it all night long
instead of going crazy I’d go somewhere in a song
the days are passing by me and I’m just stumbling along
God knows I’m going wrong

and I’m digging out my basement and filling up the yard
never thought shoveling the earth could be so hard
but at least this job is easier than trying to play the bard
still lookin' to draw that lucky card

and the postman hasn’t come yet, I’m still waiting on the mail
skies are getting darker, cold rain is turning into hail
and my heart is taking water but there’s no bucket with to bail
seems like I’m chasing my own tail

can’t tell it’s coming if it’s coming from behind
seems like the outside world is slipping from my mind
thought I caught a groove today, but it turned out to be just a bind
hope there’s still something left to find

the dogs are starting to bother me, well, I told 'em to go to hell
sometimes this old house seems just like a cell
and when I’m at my lowest I hear the old church bell
goes to show, well, ya just can never tell

and I’m looking out my window up and down the empty street
there’s nobody passing by, there’s no one left to greet
and I thought I saw an angel passing by with golden feet
better sit back down into my seat

can’t tell it’s coming when it’s coming from behind
seems like the outside world is slipping from my mind
thought I caught a groove today, but it turned out to be just a bind
I hope there’s still something left to find

well I wish I had a piano, I would play it all night long
instead of going crazy I’d go somewhere in a song
the days are passing by me and I’m just stumbling along
God knows I’m going wrong

words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 2004 Sunny Smedley Music