The Hang Of Life, by coax1965 Subscribe to rss feed for coax1965

We're looking around
and we're trying to find a way.
Just what it is like
we don't know what to say.

And all the people
go through their lives
just looking for something,
Anything,
To get a hold of.

And I never got the hang of life.
I never really got to know what it's all about.
Just learning to sing and shout
and watch the people as they go by their business.
Don't know what to say.
Don't know what to do.

And I tried my best
to make my way.

And I tried my best
to make my way.
Posted: 2013-02-27 15:40:28 UTC

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