I'm Trying

I’m trying

To move away from the sadness

To move away from the darkness

In which I do reside

I’m trying

For the general reader

And their foam fingers

To lighten up my songs

I’m driving

Pulling up on 30

Messing up my manoeuvres

Holding Malcom’s hand

Cos I’m trying

Not to put my foot down

And smash us both through

The back of the Comrades Club

Was I born this way?

Or can I turn this car around?

That’s what I’m trying to figure out

I’ve been trying

To find the feeling

And search for the meaning

Since I was just a lad

Aged 11

On a school trip to Holland

Listening to ‘Samson’

And bursting into tears

Now I’m wondering

If my six-string companion

And my guardian angel

Are doing me any good

Was I born this way?

Or can I turn this car around?

That’s was I’m trying to figure out

Was I born this way?

Or can I turn this car around?

That’s what I’m trying to figure out