John Hiatt Follow

Sometimes I dont like being where I am
No matter what
Id rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine
With a thousand paper cuts

Im uncomfortable in my own skin you might say
Feeling my own guts
So tell me something about yourself, sweetheart
Before I screw this whole thing up

You say you feel like a phony romancer
Though you still believe in love
Make you feel like a dancer, like you got all the answers
Leave you wonderin what you were made of

You dont see no chain mail, hiding puppy dog tails
Ive been sufficiently horrified
I got just enough left to wanna see whats next
Why dont we give this love a try?

Lets give this love a try, all we can do is cry
Hang out your tears to dry, lets try this love
Lets give this love a try, the suns setting in your eyes
Im all out of when and why, lets try this love

I never met two people more likely to explode
Scattered, chopped, screwed, covered up
And smothered into each other arms
Please forgive me my basic negativity
God help us both if you find it even part of my charm

By the way you swept me off my feet
With the gentleness of an angel flying by
Im a long shot baby, but they do come in
Why dont we give this love a try?

Lets give this love a try, all we can do is cry
Hang out your tears to dry, lets try this love
Lets give this love a try, the suns setting in your eyes
Im all out of when and why, lets try this love
Im all out of when and why, lets try this love