Stuck (Live) - Norah Jones
hey shall we wade
through the room for the street
and finally to me
he asked me what I'm drinking
my friend johnny tugging on my sleeve
asked if I wanna leave
and what I'm really thinking is
why can't it be easy' easy easy
why don't you leave me'
leave me' leave me be
I can't see you swaming
I can't hear what you're saying
I'm sitting here stuck
and plastered to my seat
I think of a reason to leave
when you finally start speaking
I'll take a a long stroll
walked down washington street
half asleep on my feet
half aware if I'm dreaming
I'll go home alone
a sinking stone
a switched-off telephone
I'll go on briefly
a frozen breeze
a fallen down factory
I still see you swaying
but I can't hear what you're saying
I just lost the plot
got a little cop
been a little knocked
I just hit a wall
had a little fall
I felt a swinging wrecking ball
and why should that be
why don't you tell me
why don't you tell me
I'm sure you'll tell me
I guess you'd tell me
why don't you tell me
tell me