Gotta get on
Gotta get on out
All these worried troubled thoughts
Gotta get on out of my head
Will I beon the streets tomorrow
Will I have to beg and sorrow
Will I have to go back to the job I left behind
Could you still make it
With a guy who never made it
Would you look into my eyes
If I were to go blind
Will you leave me for another
Send me running back to Mother
Will I have the time to tell you
How I really feel
Am I getting slower or
Are you just talking faster
Do we need a bad disaster
To make it plain to see
CHORUS
All these worried troubled thoughts
Gotta get on out of my head
Do I just feel like saying
‘Cause I’m sick and tired of trying
Trying to convince you
This ain’t how it has to be
The ground you walk on’s sacred
The sky above awaits you
So cast all your frustrations
To the bottomless seas
CHORUS