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This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus. Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses".
Am I Getting Through, Pts. 1-2 Lyrics by Sheryl Crow from the Golden Ballads '99 album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: [Part I] I am strong I am able I spill milk on your table Then I crawl like a baby Just to see if you save me …
The devil's in the alley, the mule kicking in the stall. Say anything you want to, I've heard it all. I was thinking about the things that she said. I was dreaming I was sleeping in your bed. Walking through the leaves falling from the trees. Feel like a stranger nobody sees. So many things we never will undo.
To the bad day I'd gotten used to spending. When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake. You're my favorite mistake. Well maybe nothing lasts forever. Even when you stay together. I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go. So I'm holding on this way.
The walls have been talking. About me again. I'm good for a joke but when I awoke. The dream didn't end. Now everytime I turn around I'm only sleeping, John is anybody out there? Don't the wounded birds still sing. It's just an ordinary morning. It's just an ordinary day. And I'm just an ordinary woman.
Afraid of feeling nothing, no bees or butterflies. My head is full of voices and my house is full of lies. This is home, home. And this is home, home. This is home. I found you standing there when I was seventeen. Now I'm thirty-two and I can't remember what I'd seen in you. Then I made a promise, cite it everyday.
Even though I turned and ran. Lovely and fine, I could have been. Laying down in the palm of his hand. Laying down in the palm of his hand. Laying down in the palm of his hand. Staying down in the palm of his hand. In the morning, you wait for the sun. And secretly hope it won't come. But time washes everyone clean.
