Testo Sick of it all Blues Traveler

Sick of it all

Music: simon & garfunkel : john popper

Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak
And sos my soul, its been one hell of a week
Not much else could go wrong
But damn, this could make a great song

Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend
And Im looking back seeing my world at an end
Cause Im sure that by now she must know
You know, this aint s bad as songs go

Well I try not to smile, and I try not to stare
And I try not to meet her eyes cause I know nothings there
Its getting harder every day
But upon reflection, this song is okay

You see when Im down with the blues
I try to put it to some good use
And if I could make something to play
Well, then somethings come of it anyway
So at least my songs are all right
At least at the end of the tunnel theres some kind of light
And if all they do is give me something to write
As far as Im concerned, my songs are all right
At least my songs are okay
At least they help make the pain the pain go away
And although I know Ill cry myself to sleep tonight
As far as Im concerned, my songs are all right
My songs are all right

Well, Ive got to realize that love isnt real
And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel
I dont see where I could be wrong
So I might as well finish up this song

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new
Im one of the many, not one of the lucky few
Ive got lots of lonely friends
I bet they wish that this song would end

You see when Im down with the blues
I try to put it to some good use
And if I can make something to play
Well somethings come of it anyway
So at least my songs are all right
At least at the end of the tunnel theres some kind of light
And if all they do is give me something to write
Well, as far as Im concerned, my songs are all right
At least my songs are okay
At least they help make the pain go away
And even though Ill cry myself to sleep tonight
Well, rest assured, my songs are all right
My songs are all right

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new
Im one of many, not one of the lucky few
I said Im sick of loving her and Im sick of telling you
Im sick of being in pain, and I know what to do
She says were good friends, but shes no friend of mine
Im sick of being patient, and Im sick of being kind
Id love her in a big way but I know she dont care
And Im sick of finding out that life just aint that fair
Im sick of being patient, and Im sick of being kind
And Im sick of these new thing that Im trying to find
Im sick of he loves her and Im sick of she loves him
Im sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim
The list of what Im sick of is so long
And finally
Im getting sick of this song