Trip 歌词

Hey you What (are) you doing there? Come back to the ground 'cause it just ain't fair Later, I want to hang around And I'm not getting down So hold on in there Broken floors and prickled eyes They took me back to paradise But everyone kept knocking on my door Posh Motels, fancy cars A blue bird stroke in my guitar While everyone keeps knocking on my door All day I've been here on my own Waiting for things to turn my way And sometimes I just want to brake away I want to see the world in my own way Colored walls, turning signs I held it up and rolled the dice While everyone kept knocking on my door I see it all, but I can't move Hey, there's nothing I can do So please stop knocking on my door This trip can't wait I'm in outer space Maybe you can do the same This trip is long It carries on And my advice is mind your way