Falling

Preying Field

Hey it’s a Saturday night
Look at me up there
Look at me with a cigarette
What if I asked you to care?

Did Jesus weep?
Did he cry like this?
Did he feel so damned alone
God it helps me to tell you

I’m falling

You got eyes like diamonds
Blue stone on the wheel
Hey, I think I’m falling
Hey, I don’t really care

You got a heart like a mountain
You got jet black hair
But you got a conscience that’s calling
Tell me you don’t really care?

Maybe I drink way too much
Maybe I dream all the while
Maybe I smoke way too much
But hey, I’m a wonderful guy

Maybe I don’t make you laugh
Like some other guys
Hey I just think I should tell you
Maybe I don’t even know why