Vintage Trouble Not Alright By Me
Something hit me deep
On my sunset walk through the streets
I could see and hear
But I couldn't feel or breathe
From tuning out this static world
I've lost the sense of peace
And that's not alright by me
The LA Times and Channel 5
And New York Magazine
They stain my soul
And I know you know what I mean
They tear apart the hopeful heart
Til it doesn't bleed or dream
And that's not alright by me
Pull on the rope that lifts the sun back to the sky
Hold a hand. Cry on a shoulder
Whistle in the wind and open up your eyes
And feel again
Feel again
Where the roads cross
And time stands still
I'm frozen in my tracks
Against my will
The streetlight is dimming
And it won't shine again until
I say "It's not alright by me"
Not alright by me
Not alright by me
Not alright by me
Not alright by me
