Wasted Soul

The more I think about it, the more confusing

And every time I try - it still makes no sense

I put one foot in front of the other.

Take a step and then take another

Keep my body on the move and make it right

The more I get frustrated, the less I get "out there"

The less I get out there... well you can guess!

'Cos I live my life in Catch 22,

And when I look around myself I guess that so do you

But if we keep on moving it will be alright

Sometimes in the morning I just feel like a Wasted Soul

Sometimes when the demons have no funk left

To plug the holes

Some day in the future gonna end this lockdown

Gonna be a party right across the world

We're gonna sing songs and get real elated

Hold hands.. God, how we've waited!

Take this cuffed up world and make it right!