Foolin' - Andrew Combs

Is it too much to ask

A little quiet conversation

Desperate times, and desperate crimes

Call for desperate situations

Oh I’ve lost mind

Down the road of no direction

While I claim its in the corner

Full of dreams and awe and wonder

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

Every move I make

In the name of good intentions

Is a well planned, slide of hand

Calculated direction

Oh I’ve I tried and tried

Lord knows how I’ve tried

But if I can’t stand for something

They say, «I guess you’re good for nothing»

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

I do a line

Have a drink

Tell the world

What I think

Keep it fast

Keep it mean

I don’t mean what I’m saying baby

Somebody save me

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling

Ohhh

Who do I think I’m fooling