Sometimes I can’t get started

My confidence departed

Today is one of those

where I can’t get exposed

to optimism’s spell

I don’t want to go there

 

I think I’m getting old (don’t wanna go there)

 

My fingers getting cold (don’t wanna go there)

The skies are turning grey

And I don’t feel okay

And all that I can say

is I don’t want to go there

 

The world is turning right

And I can’t sleep at night

So will there come a day

when I can raise my head

and smile while I proclaim,

I don’t want to go there?

 

And yes I want to fight

For hat I feel is right

And yet I’m filled with doubt

I don’t want to go there

 

Frightened of their guns

Frightened of their bombs

I’m frightened from both sides

but more from my, oh why?

Shouting at the right

I don’t want to go there

 

This I want to fight

What I feel is right

And yet I’m filled with doubt

I don’t want to go there

 

I don’t want to go there

I don’t want to go there …