Norah Jones – Stuck

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