Sometimes - John Farnham

Sometimes I feel folded, like a piece of paper

Dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands

Who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me

'Cause it’s all so plain and simple thatno-one understands

Sometimes I feel congested like peak hour in the city

Choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust

I sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid

And I want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust

And I wish I had your confidence

I wish I had your smile

I wish I had your joie de vivre

Your innate sense of style

And I wish I had your body near me

Warming up my nights

Saying oooh babe, baby it’s alright

Sometimes I feel miniscule just like an amoeba

Floating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyes

And I feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existence

And I wonder if someone’s watching me up above the sky

Perhaps there are no solutions

Perhaps just other questions

Maybe there’s a meaning to my solitary life

And I know that there’s no guarantees

There’s just the pain of living

Perhaps there are no solutions

Maybe there’s just life