In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

Play it for the world, but it won't mean much Unless I sing this song to you I could set this song on fire I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly Tie the pages to a plane and send it

I wonder, shall you be saved Climbing up back woods with palms quaking and thundering Out out out way way out south land I need you sunshine this rains a poured Cry down and out film reflecting that reflection Send me a car these feet can't take it no

I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days!) Baby, I'mma see that you be back home in thirty days That'll be the very thing that'll send ya Oh thirty days (thirty days) I'm gonna take it to the United Nations Oh thirty

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father, to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

Ooh wee (Ooh, ooh) Send me an emoji, let me know how you feel Send me an emoji-ji-ji (Hey) I was young, we were growing up Yeah, I know but I don't know enough I know it’s late, just got back from work You don't have to put it into words One more glass

I send it back on you. I can't breathe when I am suffocating. Committed yesterday, now I am over my head. I can't breathe when it's complicated. It's falling down on me, This misery. With every breath, Every time I close my eyes, I can't escape these

With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla