Joggin' Shoes

You say its hard to stay alive
In the wicked weeks of winter
Well jealousy can starve a man of all his dreams

You say its impossible, impossible to
Head due north without a compass
Well I'll show you, all you need is a soul
Yes I'll show you, all you need is a sole

Call me counter-productive
Feckless, fruitless, inutile
Shaolin

What i don't understand
Is why you have to make so difficult
To live

No I'm not out of touch
Yeah I'm not out of touch
Maybe I'm not out of touch
Baby I'm not out of touch


You tell me I'm lost in the forest
I say you don't know me very well sir
You tell me I'm lost in the forest
I say you don't know me at all sir
I've got my jogging shoes, they may be my new best friend

Call me counter-productive
Feckless, fruitless, inutile
Shaolin

What i don't understand
Is why you have to make so difficult
To live

I've got my jogging shoes
I'll still be dead in the end

I'm not out of touch
I'm not out of touch
I'm not out of touch
I'm not out of touch

Brother, I'm not out of touch
Sister, I'm not out of touch
Maybe I'm not out of touch
Baby I'm not out of touch

© 2010 Andy Marin

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