P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
From the first cry of a babe
'Til the age of 25
I searched my soul to find myself
But I'm still unrecognized
One-way streets, walls of concrete
Two restless feet's all I've got
Oh Lord, I'm so afraid
While a third of my life's been shot
And I get out of breath
Watchin' the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My mind gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
It's alright for the successful
To tell you "Take your time
Have patience, understanding"
While the suicide rate climbs
I work all day to try and pay back
Debts which won't go down
I can't say that I'm lost
I just ain't been found
And I get out of breath
Watchin' the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My mind gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
People spend more time
Askin' forgiveness than bein' good
Everyone's out stealin'
Or home plannin' how they could
Double standards make good band-aids
That strip us of our pride
Our moral have decayed, yeah
And this I can't abide
And I get out of breath
Watchin' the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My life gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
Alright
I Get Out of Breath was written by P.F. Sloan.
I Get Out of Breath was produced by Steve Barri.