Sometimes I don’t feel any groove
Those misplaced words are kind of solitude
And simpler times were laced with straight up rules
I’m playing the blues for fools, alright!
It’s time and the pressure is rising, ain’t that a little bit surprising
Sometimes I don’t feel any love
And word of mouth means nothing at all
But sober days are hard so hard to find
Well I don’t mean it bad, it’s just me…and the temperature’s rising
Farewell my love you know we’re on the countdown // we’re gonna come down
Farewell it’s over all gone bye bye
I’ll leave you’re mean you got no power
Farewell, goodbye, bye bye
(Alright) Stop treading on me, (Bye bye) quit ruling in here,
(Okay) Stop treading on me, (Oh man) quit now
It’s time and pressure is rising, ain’t that a little bit surprising
Farewell it’s all that’s left now, I must leave now
Don’t fight it, there’s nothing you can do now, do not even try
(Alright) Stop treading on me, (Bye bye) quit ruling in here,
(Okay) Stop treading on me, (Oh man) quit now
Alright! Call me again tomorrow honey