Ribbed

Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't want to go Then I think of all the things I don't want to do And when I think of all the people I don't want to meet I close my eyes and go to sleep Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars

Sitting in a room waiting for some news Sitting in a room with white knuckles Not feeling so good I didn't do the things I should I said "Doc, tell me what's wrong with me" He had this expression he didn't know what to say "It seems that yo