Texty: Powderfinger. Dream Days At The Hotel Existence. Lost And Running.

I was sick and tired of waiting lost
You were mad at me for so much more
I was bored listening to the same old chords
You would complain that i was never around
And we shouldnt hope, no we shouldnt hope
If love is so easy then why am i stuck
If life is so smooth why cant i get enough

Im still lost and running

Everyday moves like a hurricane
Thats dragging me around no matter what i say
Night time in the city streets im out of luck
The cobblestones are dark and wet theres no one i trust
And it comes around, yeah it comes around
Mr So'Easy say where have you gone
Im looking for somewhere i can lay down my arms

Im still Lost and running

Im taking my time ill let it float away
Spare me no lies and you'll have nothing to say
The further we slip into this rabbit hole
The harder we look for a new place to go

Im still lost and running