From the recording Black Gold EP

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Written by T. Moberly, P. Pecoraro, R. Flones
Copyright 1995

Lyrics

Quit my job
And left without a trace
God knows
I felt so out of place

Drove all night
A fire in my mind
Glowing bright
On this cold december night

Something in the air makes me question if I'm right
Can anybody help me, help me through the night?

Thinkin’ 'bout
The way I led my life
Lingering doubts
Send shivers down my spine

Something in the air makes me question if I'm right
Can anybody help me, help me through the night?

Take your words and let me run away
There's a motel up the road, that's where I'm gonna stay
A guitar and a shot of gin
Got me in the state I'm in
And I need help to make it through the night

Something in the air makes me question if I'm right
Can anybody help me, help me through the night?