Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Andrew Stockdale
Wakes up in the morning
Goes out for a walk around town
Looking for those old friends
Where they ain't nowhere to be found
Well it's better than staying at home
Following the everyday drone
But I don't want to tell you what to do
I'm just talking as a friend
Playing rock and roll
You're trying to find your old soul
Still all those cheap tricks
Can't find no quick fix to get you home
Say you're better off on your own
I'm getting tired of hearing you moan
But I don't want to tell you what to do
I'm just talking as a friend
I'm just talking as a friend
Well I guess I just keep waiting for yesterday
Till I find where I've gone wrong
Well I guess I just keep thinking 'bout yesterday
Until I find where I belong, I belong
In your private universe
Somehow you believe you can do anything
Still those cheap tricks
Keep handing you a bone on a string
Search for the diamonds and the pearls
Search for the answer at the bottom of the world
Still he's waiting, waiting for the girl
Gonna take her 'round the world
Gonna take her 'round the world
Gonna take her 'round the world
Gonna take her 'round the world
Gonna take her 'round the world