Tuesday Morning

(альбом: Love, War And The Ghost Of Whitey Ford - 2008)

I was too busy counting all my zeros
Never really thought too much about heroes
Never really thought too much about anyone but me
Never really opened my eyes wide enough so that I could see

I'm just like you, you're just like me
I'm just like you, you're just like me
We're only separated by a few degrees
I'm just like you, you're just like me
Just like me, just like me

Never really thought too much about tomorrow,
never really dealt very well with sorrow
Tired of living my life like a feather floating on the breeze
Trying to find me a good woman that can bring me down to my knee

I'm just like you, you're just like me
We're only separated by a few degrees
I'm just like you, you're just like me
Just like me, just like me

I think I've always tried to do the right the right thing,
I've been a little to scared to ride the lightening
Tired of living my days surrounded by all these fears
Still stuck in my ways haven't changed after all these years

I'm just like you, you're just like me
We're only separated by a few degrees
I'm just like you, you're just like me
Just like me, just like me

Just like me, just like me