Not So Sure

Lyrics

There was a time When I heard you Callin' out my name But these days I'm not so sure When the room went dark And your voice was gone I heard you all the same But these days I'm not so sure I knew I could remember Your bedroom and your touch But these days I'm not so sure Definitely was the word I used Far too much 'Cause these days I'm not so sure I bummed expensive cigarettes I wrote John Steinbeck's books I undressed someone's daughter And then complained about her looks Stealin' was so easy then I wish that it still were Now as I pick my own pocket I know that these days I'm not so sure The church was my kitchen The world was my church But these days I'm not so sure The choirs I would listen Through briers I would search But these days I'm not so sure I sacrificed my sister I prayed my own soul to keep I told my dying father That a man should never weep Breathin' was so easy then I wish that it still were Now as the breeze just makes me colder I know that these days I'm not so sure So if you see me trippin' I've forgotten how to walk And I spend my days Wishin' after her My steps are without rhythm And her name is drawn in chalk 'Cause these days I'm not so sure I drank my wine for breakfast Every mornin' I was born In the black, electric winter My back was always warm Sleepin' was so easy then I wish that it still were Now in my sleepless bedroom I know that these days I'm not so sure