| Song | I'd Rather |
| Artist | Big D and the Kids Table |
| Album | Good-Luck |
| the feelings trapped, wrapped in all you might have said i want to take it back, hide it in out it read a circled voice is something that i cannot stop why have a friend just to cut him down alone on top, never fought, never mean, you never turned away, you never had to see, how can i hear your screams when you're drowning in this silent place, how can i hear your screams when i'm drowning in the same waste, i wipe this window to see the fog it blocks my sight like when i want to believe but can't see all that's right, a circled voice said, nothing, must have spread the word the word where small groups talk, their hearts like rocks, it's all absurd, a chance for change blind by fame it's all the same a chance to let it go and what i think i know, progress isn't stepping forward progress isn't judged by wealth too far to change us all but not too far to save yourself, {no, i think i'd rather go home solitude i want to be all alone} but anyway i'm gonna to wake up do my daily act stick to what i like hold on to what i hold real tight anyway it's not going to matter in the long run yet long enough to frame the picture you show everyone, i don't know what to say, don’t know what to do, the only thing i know is that i can't get through to you, well time is on my side, these things that pass me by, i never even noticed, never thought, wondered why |
| the feelings trapped, wrapped in all you might have said i want to take it back, hide it in out it read a circled voice is something that i cannot stop why have a friend just to cut him down alone on top, never fought, never mean, you never turned away, you never had to see, how can i hear your screams when you' re drowning in this silent place, how can i hear your screams when i' m drowning in the same waste, i wipe this window to see the fog it blocks my sight like when i want to believe but can' t see all that' s right, a circled voice said, nothing, must have spread the word the word where small groups talk, their hearts like rocks, it' s all absurd, a chance for change blind by fame it' s all the same a chance to let it go and what i think i know, progress isn' t stepping forward progress isn' t judged by wealth too far to change us all but not too far to save yourself, no, i think i' d rather go home solitude i want to be all alone but anyway i' m gonna to wake up do my daily act stick to what i like hold on to what i hold real tight anyway it' s not going to matter in the long run yet long enough to frame the picture you show everyone, i don' t know what to say, don' t know what to do, the only thing i know is that i can' t get through to you, well time is on my side, these things that pass me by, i never even noticed, never thought, wondered why |