The Shape I’m In
© Dudley Connell, Southern Melody
It don’t make a difference what’s goin’ round
I can’t seem to keep my feet on the ground
It don’t seem to matter where I’ve gone or where I’ve been
You don’t know the shape I’m in
You don’t know the shape I’m in
I have to admit it, my attitudes gone bad
Every corner I turn, something new makes me sad
Mixed up confusion, I don’t know no friends
You don’t know the shape I’m in
You don’t know the shape I’m in
Could someone please tell me where I went wrong
The days are so short, the nights so long,
Like a ship on the ocean, I’ve been tossed with the wind
You don’t know the shape I’m in
You don’t know the shape I’m in
There must be a door somewhere, I can step inside
That won’t leave me helpless, struggling to survive
Help me find the road cause I’m lost again
You don’t know the shape I’m in
You don’t know the shape I’m in