Bill Withers - You Lyrics
You want to take me to a doctorTo talk to me about my mindTo try to give directions to some placesThat I don't really want to find.Trouble in me is not relatedTo things that I might say or doI'm really not that complicatedYour good doctor friend, he oughta talk to you.I notice that he can't rememberThings that he never should forgetAnd why does he spend his eveningsSmoking them funny cigarettes?I have a friend that knows your best friendHe goes some places where she goesHe said he saw y'all at a partySniffing white powder up your nose.You got the nerve to call me narrow-minded‘Cause I'm not loose and indiscreetBut people lying down always get blindedBy people standing on their own two feet.Life is just a shadowThat I just can't seem to find sometimesBut I guess I'll make it‘Cause I found out that it's really in my mind.You shouldn't take it too seriously‘Cause it really ain't gone' last too longYou really only got two choicesYou can lay down and be weakOr you can stand up where you're atAnd still be strong.Tomorrow depends too much on todayAnd yesterday - all that gentleman is to you is goneAll you find out looking backIs the fact that both of us was wrongBoth of us was wrong.You're talking right to meBut you really ain't saying a thangYou're pouring muddy water on meTrying to convince me it's rainYou're talking to me crazyBut you're trying to make me feel insane.You're like a Sunday familyDigging animals in a zooBut while you're looking at monkeysMonkey's looking dead at youTwo people getting doneTrying to figure out who's doing who.If you're throwing dirt at peopleYou got to get some dirt on youI got to take a tone of liesJust to get an ounce of truth from youYou're like a man loving JesusThat says he can't stand a Jew.Get on down and play the dozensTalk about four folksFrom your mamma to your cousinsYou down there,You know what I'm talking ‘bout.
