The Del-Lords - Silverlake Lyrics
I wake up tired, I wake up lateIt gets dark these days about half past eightWaited for good fortune to come to meWaited till I couldnât stand my own companyMy friends said thereâs gold in those hills out WestI thought Iâd put that old notion to the testThey said, âBe careful, man, the sun donât rise it setsâMaybe thatâs funny to youItâs just a matter of tryinâItâs just a matter of cryinâItâs just a matter of lyinâ to yourselfAnd, everybody elseNow, Iâm a stranger where Iâve been many times beforeBut, nothinâ much scares me anymoreA bullet through the heart of the city of my birthA target on my back everywhere I go on this earthI know I will never go home anymoreWhat Iâd find Iâm not even sureAn orphan in the storm in the Land of Setting SunHow can I explain this to you?Itâs just a matter of tryinâItâs just a matter of cryinâItâs just a matter of lyinâ to yourselfAnd, everybody elseEvery night we ride the Mystery TrainLeaving behind the Human StainAnd, yes I carry a few regretsNone of which I will ever forgetBut, I love a woman and she loves me right backMy songs are my lantern, my dreams are my mapAnother chapter in the Big Book of MeWho knows how this story ends?Itâs just a matter of tryinâItâs just a matter of cryinâItâs just a matter of lyinâ to yourselfAnd, everybody else