Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
I waited hours and hours for someone to come along
And to take and to take me by the hand
No one came as I waited and I was mad and frustraited
And it seemed like it had to be bad
It's my own fault my [?]
It's my own fault my [?]
I walk my while I smile, smile, and more smiles
I saw a woman, I saw a woman with everyman
People, it was block after block but I never caught
And it seemed like it had to be planned
How am I goin' [?]
[?]
I just want to (whoa) mess around
It feels so good, break me down
So if I'm sleeping just wake me
If I'm fakin' you can shake me
You can take me, you can bake me
Be your maid
Walk easy, walk light
Come by tonight
It'll seem like it had to be planned
Everybody
It's my own fault [?]
My [?]
It's my own fault [?]
My [?] (Whoa)
Michael’s Lament was written by Mike Bloomfield.