Pocket of My Past Songtext
von Beth Nielsen Chapman

Stuck a picture of my future
In the pocket of my past
When I wake up from this nightmare
I will get to live my life at last

Dropped my hope into the quicksand
Almost drown in my distress
I got lost in second-guessing
Now I′ve got to dig out of this mess

I feel so forsaken
My heart is done breaking
I cannot count the tears I've cried

I don′t know if I remember
Half as much as I forget
Though my brain is in a blender
Miracles I swear I still expect


It's been so frustrating
No, I'm not complaining
What is there left I haven′t tried?

Don′t let me get you down
Don't let me take the blame
Don′t let me freak you out
I'm coming back again

Just give me life, I′ll take it
I thought I'd never make it
Now watch me step out of this fire

Stuck a picture of my future
In the pocket of my past (pocket of my past)
When I wake up from this nightmare
I will get to live my life at last

At last, at last
At last, at last (yeah)
At last, at last