Shrug - My Problem текст песни

Up the dirt road, dusty trail
Old Bill's got his life on sale
Feeds it out in inches
Feeds it one piece at a time
Shadows from the harsh white ball
Twist and turn in deep resolve
But unknown purpose can it be
Now aren't you feeling fine

Forgive me my problem, my drama
My problem

Forgive all my trespasses, lord
Tempt me not into leadership, lord
It's a very prickly path I tread
There are some things better left unsaid, unread, undead, unbled, unsaid

Meanwhile just across the way
Myra's mind takes holiday
In a silver-plated drool dish
Laid out on the lawn
Faintly she remembers when
She lived in a different skin
Spending Friday evenings watching
Tony, Orlando, and Don

Forgive me my problem, my drama,
Forgive me my problem, my problem, my problem