You can only do wot you feel's best,
But don't take my word for it,
It's just a foolish man's guess,
A woman's all alone in her living room,
A sad song plays, while she dances in a wornout dress,
A forgotten man sits alone in a crowded pub,
As he waits for an unknown guest,
That just won't show,
At least not tonight anyways,
It's all touch and go.
So, you never quite know wot to do,
The shadow of doubt falls over you,
It's just the way it is, nobody knows why,
The only thing we do know,
Is that we don't know,
And it's ok to let that show,
We're all scared, can't you tell,
It's all touch and go.
A washed out soul sits alone beneath the trees,
Her hair's blown back by the cold winter breeze,
Her face is pale, she's down to her last finger nail,
She saught to trail an unknown path, and she failed.
So, you never quite know wot to do,
The shadow of doubt falls over you,
It's just the way it is, nobody knows why,
The only thing we do know,
Is that we don't know,
And it's ok to let that show,
We're all scared, can't you tell,
It's all touch and go.
Ev'rythin's touch and go,
How will it all go,
Who's to know
It's all touch and go.
ARealRock'N'Rolla
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