Frank - John Moods

You know I do wonder what I cannot say

I got a soul, wandering blues

Even if I try, still I’m gonna die

I have to say nothing at all

I don’t want to be a log

Sitting 'round all day

I don’t say much when I talk

I’d rather let it lay

I know my shoes got nothing to prove

They let the rocks kick 'em while they’re down

And now I’m bruised, got nothing to lose

I let the world spin me around

I see the time slipping out of mine

I’d like to hold everything and everyone

I don’t say much like a dog

I don’t call you up

It’s the best love when it’s wild

It don’t need no luck