THE WORDSMITH MILL: Hang

THE WORDSMITH MILL: Hang:  RUNNING AROUND IN THIS SAME OLD   LITTLE TOWN  NOT SURE WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING  I'M GOING FROM ONE THING TO THE NEXT NEVER SURE IF I&#3...

Hang

 

Hang

Written by Jeff R Hilton 2022

RUNNING AROUND IN THIS SAME OLD   LITTLE TOWN 

NOT SURE WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING 

I'M GOING FROM ONE THING TO THE NEXT

NEVER SURE

IF I'VE  REALLY BEEN THERE 

I'M NOT SURE IF I CARE

CAUSE IF I DID IT WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING 

MY SPIRIT'S ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD

I RUN TO CATCH IT

SEE WHERE IT LED

AND IF I DON'T LIKE WHAT I SEE 

I CLOSE MY EYES AND WISH TO BE

WHERE I BELONG 

I HOPE THAT IT DOESN'T TAKE TOO LONG 

I HOPE THAT YOU CAN SEE

WHAT THIS IS DOING TO ME

SURE IT'S QUIET HERE 

MIDNIGHT RINGS IN SILENCE 

HANG

TIL YOU CAN'T HOLD ON ANYMORE 

WHY SHOULD I EVEN TRY

THIS TOWN

HAS GOT ME SO FAR DOWN LOW

I COULD JUST TURN MY BACK AND GO

NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THAT I'M GONE 

I'M NOT SURE IF I BELONG 

AS MUCH AS I TRIED TO CONVINCE MYSELF 

I'M FARAWAY FROM SURE

I CANT HELP TO THINK

THAT YOU'RE THE ONLY CURE

LIFT ME FROM THIS RESTLESS SLEEP 

I THINK ITS TIME

I LAID DOWN WITH YOU 

LEFT ALL THIS BEHIND

TRADE IT IN FOR A PEACE OF MIND

TO HAVE YOU NEAR ENOUGH AGAIN

IS ALL I COULD NEED 

HANG

TIL YOU CAN'T HOLD ON ANYMORE 

WHY SHOULD I EVEN TRY

THIS TOWN HAS GOT ME SO FAR DOWN LOW

I COULD JUST TURN MY BACK AND GO