Like A Fly On A Window Pane V 1.1 (310705) Black Feat

[Like A Fly On A Window Pane (310705 - 080306)]
[Lyrics © 2005-6 Neil R. Paddock – All rights reserved.]

[CHORUS]
Just like a fly on a window pane
I’ve tried the same old things… time and again 
Just like a fly on a window pane
I made the same mistakes time and again
And I just keep telling myself, “Keep on searching…” 
And I just keep selling myself, “You’ll find the answer!”

So now I’m pushing up a steep incline
I hit the same damned problems every time
And I just keep telling myself, “It’s gotta be somewhere” 
And I just keep selling myself, “There’s a way out of here!”

Cos there’s a bright new world out there (Somewhere)
And I’m trapped inside this cell!
And though there’s no real bars to hold me
This might as well be Hell!...

I want to fly, far away
Where I might escape this place
I want to fly, far away
Where I might escape this fate

Just hoping and hurting
I search for an answer
Just living and learning
I search for the answer

[Guitar solo]

But there simply is no way that I can see…that far
I’m trapped like a flea in a jar 
And I’m putting on a brave face
Who knows if the lid is still in place?

And when I need to run for home
I can’t escape my comfort zone
But once I’m sitting in my chair
I’ll forget it ‘til tomorrow…
And then I will wake up and feel the same sorrow
That I felt the day before…
And the day before that too….
What else can I do?

Then there’s all the things I could have done
And all the things I should have done
Like a row of ulcers on my tongue!
Why Me? Is this just reality?

Can anybody help me out? 
Can anybody hear me out?
Will anybody pray for me?

Maybe somebody should just spray me
And I’ll fall wriggling to the floor!
Like a hapless hopeless house fly
That hits its head against a window ‘til its sore!

[Guitar solo]

So now I’m pushing up a steep incline
I hit the same damned problems every time
And I just keep telling myself
“It’s gotta be somewhere” 
And I just keep selling myself
“There’s a way out of fear... here."

[End]

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[Like A Fly On A Window Pane (310705 - 080306)] [Lyrics © 2005-6 Neil R. Paddock – All rights reserved.] [CHORUS] Just like a fly on a window pane I’ve tried the same old things… time and again Just like a fly on a window pane I made the same mistakes time and again And I just keep telling myself, “Keep on searching…” And I just keep selling myself, “You’ll find the answer!” So now I’m pushing up a steep incline I hit the same damned problems every time And I just keep telling myself, “It’s gotta be somewhere” And I just keep selling myself, “There’s a way out of here!” Cos there’s a bright new world out there (Somewhere) And I’m trapped inside this cell! And though there’s no real bars to hold me This might as well be Hell!... I want to fly, far away Where I might escape this place I want to fly, far away Where I might escape this fate Just hoping and hurting I search for an answer Just living and learning I search for the answer [Guitar solo] But there simply is no way that I can see…that far I’m trapped like a flea in a jar And I’m putting on a brave face Who knows if the lid is still in place? And when I need to run for home I can’t escape my comfort zone But once I’m sitting in my chair I’ll forget it ‘til tomorrow… And then I will wake up and feel the same sorrow That I felt the day before… And the day before that too…. What else can I do? Then there’s all the things I could have done And all the things I should have done Like a row of ulcers on my tongue! Why Me? Is this just reality? Can anybody help me out? Can anybody hear me out? Will anybody pray for me? Maybe somebody should just spray me And I’ll fall wriggling to the floor! Like a hapless hopeless house fly That hits its head against a window ‘til its sore! [CHORUS] Just like a fly on a window pane I’ve tried the same old things… time and again Just like a fly on a window pane I made the same mistakes time and again And I just keep telling myself, “Keep on searching…” And I just keep selling myself, “You’ll find the answer!” [Guitar solo] So now I’m pushing up a steep incline I hit the same damned problems every time And I just keep telling myself “It’s gotta be somewhere” And I just keep selling myself “There’s a way out of fear... here." [End]

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