Rob Robinson

Performed by Rob Robinson, Ray Tilkens & Caroline Ferrante
09/06/2013
Written by Rob Robinson/Produced by Tim Sperty

Lyrics

Well there's a rippin' ole tide kick in's outside

Wind in the alley is blown' my mind

The peace on your face in the morning light is shining

There's a chill in my bones and rain on my hat

Dripping on my face as I open up the hatch

There aint no sun for miles but I feel like flying

 

I think about trying

I think about trying

There aint no lying

If you're thinking of trying

 

We took down the tree from Christmas Day

Set it outside and there it lays

in a puddle by the fence, there's magic left I'm sure of that

And just down the road at the laundry mat 

There's a gentleman drunk and I noticed that 

He's telling me his jokes to hide his eyes from crying

 

I think about trying

I think about trying

There aint no lying

If you're thinking of trying

 

You come around and talk to me

I'll be around to listen to you

now listen here, you're falling away

Let's come around and try again

You come around and try it with me

Let's try it now, just hold out your hand

Hold out your hand, Hold out your hand

 

There was a fire last night where I use to live 

i saw it on the news and I couldn't believe

As I turned my head the winds and rain subsided

Sitting all alone at the edge of my bed 

Holding this guitar with thoughts in my head 

The sun through the blinds across the floor is shining

 

I think about trying

I think about trying

There aint no lying 

If you're thinking of trying

There aint no lying 

If you're thinking of trying

There aint no lying 

No, no, no