The Other Side, Part I - Gil Scott-Heron

Sometimes I feel like I’m just wasting time

Looking for another side

Sometime I feel like I’m losing my mind ‘cause there ain’t

No other side

Sometimes I’m just spinning my wheels, ain’t no big deal

Morning, there’s another side

Sometimes I feel like I’m just standing in place, ain’t no real race

Ain’t no other side

Life is like a circle and you end up where you started

If you end up where you started ain’t no other side

Yeah, but if life is like a curtain that I’m 90% certain that I’m looking

through at something

Yes, I’m almost touching something on the other side

Yeah, the opposite of new is old

The opposite of young is old

Seems like everything has got another side

Yeah, but young ones want to be old ones

Old ones know what they would do if they was young ones

People ain’t never really satisfied

People ain’t never satisfied

If life is like a mirror then the nearer you get clearer

You can see it so much clearer

Feel like you know about the other side

My friends all swear that they know

What I should do with my life

How I should run my life

What should be happening with my life

They’re on the other side

They’re on the outside

I’m on the inside

Things always look so much better on the other side

Four O’clock in the morning

They don’t know

All the things I been needing

They don’t know

Breaking out in a sweat

And they don’t know

Feeling down

And they don’t know

They don’t know the other side

I need to go home

Momma could change it

Daddy could help me

Yes, I could go home

Yeah, Momma don’t need to see me this way

Know me this way

Touch me this way

Love me this way

Find me this way

I can’t go home

I’m saying

I don’t want to call him

I don’t want to know him

I don’t want to need him

I don’t want to feel it

I don’t want to know

But I know, know know

Hey, home

So I say tomorrow

Tomorrow

I’m going home

Tomorrow ain’t coming

Tomorrow will always where it was

Tomorrow

I need to go home

Maybe I could start all over at home

Without the whispers

Hanging on me

Pulling on me, rolling with me

Pulling on me

Yes, I’d like to go home

Without the whispers