Bill WithersAnother Day To Run

If you don't look into your mind And find out what you're runnin' from Tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time You'll be goin' where you're comin' from, think about that Tomorrow might be just another day to run Someone must control your mind, you're the one Dark confusion's what you find if you run I don't want to waste your time But I'm talkin' to you like a son Tomorrow might be just another day to run Oh now, walkin' down the road of life, lookin' for direction Sometime my mind gets so mixed up, I can't tell lust from affection Gonna stop in to a roadside church, get my mind a rest And Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process Oh now, pretty ladies stand in line, waitin' for inspection Ragged old men drinkin' wine, tryin' to drown rejection I've been wastin' too much time, I'm gonna lose my mind Unless Lord Jesus, You help me get my soul together in the process Oh now, Tony Jr. filled up his arm with dope And he dreams about a valley But the poor boy lives in an alley Filled with papers that's thrown away Lord, Lord, Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord Tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony Tell me why, he wanna get high enough to die Well, he's long on dreams and short on hope Sometimes he goes to rallies, stops by to see Sally Lord, just to pass the time away Lord, Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord Tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony Tell me why, he wanna get high enough to die
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