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Walking down the side of a riverbank by the bay Stuck in my throat and lost the words I say So I need you to help me out Oh if you don't come then that's ok I'm just a sea of words without a face But you You can hear me calling out Oh when I say that name I'll be honest with you Can't make me any promises too Much hate has lead to the lies of the fools Like me I find myself alone at night Tryna pick up the pieces to make things right Before all my life will pass me by I know it will Oh where were you when I was down With my hands all green and my hеad in the clouds Just take my hand come with mе now Help me out Oh all around the world but not one place I see the sign of you I see your grace And I I'm only just a muse And like a donkey rode right from your hand And like the song I wrote to be your man You know I I lay my life for you Oh when I say that name I'll be honest with you Can't make me any promises too Much hate has lead to the lies of the fools Like me I find myself alone at night Tryna pick up the pieces to make things right Before all my life will pass me by I know it will Oh where were you when I was down With my hands all green and my head in the clouds Just take my hand come with me now Help me out Oh yeah we own the night Oh I can feel you in the light Oh yeah we own the night Oh when I say that name (Oh yeah we own the night) Oh and when I see your face (Oh I can feel you in the light) Oh and when I call your name Oh yeah we own the night Oh yeah we own the night Oh I can feel you in the light Oh yeah we own the night

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Meaning of "Help Me Out" by Tanner Carlson

The narrator stands at a riverbank, words failing them, a "sea of words without a face." They desperately need someone to "help me out," yet paradoxically state, "if you don't come then that's ok." This immediate contradiction sets a tone of profound vulnerability masked by a fragile, almost resigned, independence. The plea is raw, a direct admission of being lost and unable to articulate their needs without external validation. The core tension lies in the narrator's self-perception as a "fool" whose "hate has lead to the lies." They admit to being alone at night, attempting to salvage a life that feels like it's slipping away. The question "where were you when I was down" reveals a deep-seated yearning for support, contrasting sharply with the earlier assertion that their absence is acceptable. This internal conflict between needing help and feeling unworthy or abandoned fuels the song's emotional weight. The lyrics employ striking imagery to convey this struggle. The narrator describes having "hands all green and my head in the clouds," a visual that suggests both immaturity or inexperience ("green hands") and a detachment from reality. Later, they liken themselves to "a donkey rode right from your hand," a humbling image of being controlled or directed, and a "song I wrote to be your man," indicating a past devotion that may have led to their current state of helplessness. The repetition of "Oh yeah we own the night" towards the end, juxtaposed with the earlier isolation, suggests a potential shift or a desperate hope for shared strength. This song's effectiveness stems from its unflinching portrayal of internal conflict and the raw, almost childlike, plea for connection. The contrast between the need for help and the fear of rejection, the self-recrimination alongside the longing for a rescuer, creates a powerful emotional resonance. The specific, grounded images of being lost by a riverbank or having "green hands" make the abstract feeling of despair intensely tangible for the listener.

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  • Tanner Carlson