A Quick One

Today is a bit of a slow one for me, so I'm gonna do a quick lyric post for one of the songs that anyone who was alive in the '90s (the better half) probably remembers. If you remember the first few notes of this song, then this post is for you:

This is not an altogether serious or deep song, I just wanted to post something a bit more fun. Listen and enjoy. Good sound and excellent lyrics. Just don't expect to hear something like this on the radio and time soon.

Run-Around

Written by: John Popper

Performed by: Blues Traveler

Once upon a midnight dearie

I woke with something in my head

I couldn't escape the memory

Of a phone call and of what you said

Like a game show contestant with a parting gift

I could not believe my eyes

When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend

Who needs to humor me and tell me lies

Yeah, humor me and tell me lies

And I'll lie too and say I don't mind

And as we seek so shall we find

And when you're feeling open I'll still be here

But not without a certain degree of fear

Of what will be with you and me

I still can see things hopefully

But you

Why you wanna give me a run-around?

Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up

When all it does is slow me down?

And shake me and my confidence

About a great many things

But I've been there I can see it cower

Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings

Of a bad play where the heroes are right

And nobody thinks or expects too much

And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights

Singing hey babe, let's keep in touch

Hey baby, let's keep in touch

But I want more than a touch I want you to reach me

And show me all the things no one else can see

So what you feel becomes mine as well

And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell

What's yours and mine, the fishing's fine

And it doesn't have to rhyme, so don't you feed me a line

But you

Why you wanna give me a run-around?

Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up

When all it does is slow me down?

Tra la la la la, bombardier, this is the pilot speaking

And I've got some news for you

It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop

And there ain't a whole lot that you can do

Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder

Perhaps I've grown a little cynical

But I know no matter what the waitress brings

I shall drink it and always be full

Yeah, I will drink it and always be full

Oh I like coffee, and I like tea

I'd like to be able to enter a final plea

I still got this dream that you just can't shake

I love you to the point you can no longer take

Well, all right, okay

So be that way, I hope and pray

That there's something left to say

But you

Why you wanna give me a run-around?

Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up

When all it does is slow me down?