Out of Breath Songtext
von The Turtles
Out of Breath Songtext
From the first cry of a babe
Till the age of twenty-five
I searched my soul to find myself
But I′m still unrecognized
One-way streets, walls of concrete
Two restless feet's all I′ve got
Oh Lord, I'm so afraid
One third of my life is shot
And I get out of breath
Watching the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My mind gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
It's all right for the successful
To tell you "Take your time
Have patience, understanding"
While the suicide rates climb
I work all day to try and pay back
Debts that won′t go down
I can′t say that I'm lost
No, I just ain′t been found
And I get out of breath
Watching the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My mind gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
People spend more time
Asking forgiveness than being good
Everyone's out stealing
Or home planning how they could
Double standards make good band-aids
That strip us of our pride
Our morals have decayed, yeah
And this I can′t abide
And I get out of breath
Watching the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My life gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
Till the age of twenty-five
I searched my soul to find myself
But I′m still unrecognized
One-way streets, walls of concrete
Two restless feet's all I′ve got
Oh Lord, I'm so afraid
One third of my life is shot
And I get out of breath
Watching the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My mind gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
It's all right for the successful
To tell you "Take your time
Have patience, understanding"
While the suicide rates climb
I work all day to try and pay back
Debts that won′t go down
I can′t say that I'm lost
No, I just ain′t been found
And I get out of breath
Watching the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My mind gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
People spend more time
Asking forgiveness than being good
Everyone's out stealing
Or home planning how they could
Double standards make good band-aids
That strip us of our pride
Our morals have decayed, yeah
And this I can′t abide
And I get out of breath
Watching the world spin so fast
My future becomes my past
My life gets hung so bad
That I get out of breath
Writer(s): Steve Barri, P. F. Sloan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com