The Hoarse Song
Sitting in the road-side bar
I think how I could run so far
Someone’s blame on me and I pretend
That I don’t care
Sure you’re content
Sitting here I lost myself
I’m sure enough this can affect my health
Someone is watching me with no attempt
To seem polite
Shows his contempt
Believe there will be more to see
The thing I really doubt
What is to become of me
What is to become of me
What is to become
Yeah
Assure me it’s all right and clear
Give me your warmth and draw me near
I think I really need your help
And I am all right
Make me contend