From the recording Black Gold EP
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?