stuck

Norah Jones

hey shall we wade through the room for the street
and finally to me
he asked me what i'm drinking
my friend johnny tugging on my sleeve
asked if i wanna leave
and what i'm really thinking is

why can't it be easy, easy
why don't you leave me, leave me, leave me be

i can't see us swaying
i can't hear what you're saying

i'm sitting here stuck
and plastered to my seat
i think of a reason to leave
when you finally start speaking

i'll take a a long stroll
walked down washington street
half asleep on my feet
half aware if i'm dreaming

i'll go home alone
a sinking stone
a switched-off telephone
i'll go on briefly
a frozen breeze
a fallen down factory

i still see us swaying
but i can't hear what you're saying

i just lost the plot
got a little copped
been a little knocked
i just hit a wall
had a little fall
i felt a swinging wrecking ball

and why should that be
why don't you tell me
why don't you tell me

i'm sure you'll tell me
why don't you tell me
i guess you'd tell me
tell me