Mizzy C

I keep recycling stories from my youth

That I've told before

Conversations with myself

Have become such a bore

Struggling to find the rhythm

In these blues of mine

I've been living out of focus

Barren of life and light

If I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

By now it's surely run its course

Ooh

Now I've been given the gift of persistence

But it's become a curse

Unraveling backward

In the distance I hear a dirge

I can see a man

On his face there's no trace of time

There's a strange and mad idea

I must find

If I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

By now it's surely run its course

Ooh

I wanna change direction

If I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

By now it's surely run its course

So if I try to change direction

I might not find what I'm looking for

But this bitter disposition

By now it's surely run its course

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh