Tortured Soul - Doyle Bramhall

Walking down this lonely street

All I have’s this tortured soul

Standing 'round like my pants are full of gold

But what I got are pockets with a hole

Just like moss trying to grab a rolling stone

It ain’t going to stay

'Cause it’s rolling around and gone

Well I’m tired of a feeling this way

And held on long enough to my ways

Tired of those days

For a chance at a something new

And living down the lies that I knew

Maybe I’ll find that I didn’t waste all ny time

What made me stronger was my tortured soul

When I stop to shoot the breeze

And talk about being robbed to our knees

I’m so ready to to start feeling better days

Trying to survive this tortured soul

Like a river rolling down a waterfall

Lots of pressure before it hits the wall

I’ve been there and to no disbelief

Got to trust in something you can see

Something to believe

Leaving behind this life that I knew

Standing here at this line that I drew

Maybe I’ll find I didn’t waste all the time

What made me stronger was my tortured soul

What made me stronger was my tortured soul

What made me stronger was my tortured soul

What made me stronger was my tortured soul

Can’t hold on much longer

Oh I’m tired Im tired

Of living this way

Living that way