What to Make Songtext
von Carter Hulsey

Oh, momma, what to make of my dreams
I, crawl into bed with awful things
And I tried so hard, to sleep so well
But something drags my mind to hell

Doctor, doctor, what′s this sickness in the soul
That makes my friends grow so cold
What kind of love is so easily sold
I think it's finally taken it′s toll


Tin Man, you speak of vacancy
But my friend, your so naive
You've got more love than you could ever believe
And that's more than I can say for me

Oh, Darling, how deep is your wound
Do you still believe that promises come true
I know it feels like you won′t make it through
But what kind of God would abandon you

Oh, Jesus, why must I sing
When I feel I′ve lost everything
I swam so far, but my body grew weak
So I close my eyes
I close my eyes
and I Just sink
I just sink