I've always played the fool around here and I'm starting to worry that I rush through life forgetting to breathe. We all need some time to adapt. No one understands what it's like. I had high hopes of silver and gold, that I'd make a change for the best. My mom always said I was named for a saint but I've never felt I was blessed. I got your cure right here, is that what you wanna hear? I played the fool too many times-I've been catching up for all my life. And it seems it gets harder to believe it gets harder but be honest…if the sun don't shine tomorrow-we'll survive. I turned this up, as loud as it goes and it ain’t doing much for the pain. And it's up to me and the heart on my sleeve that hasn't quit been the same. I'm in a field of land mines and cruise ship to hell oh, but I don't think about that. It's so hard to find help these days when everyone's counting on me and I'm burnt already.