Winter Phase: Talking Over My Groove

Talking Over My Groove

A damp knot dried tight
I’m yawning like a gourd
Skin is stiff on my face
My mouth, it’s tasting of mold
Out of here to there
Where to, I don’t know
Just steer by feel and roll by flow
Say your friends got a party
Well alright… then let’s go…

Got a good campfire
Passing cider around
Some girl’s dog want to play
I think a friend I’ve just found
Something’s circulating
I feel a stomp in my boot
You, in the back of that truck
Come put that guitar to use
Feel like a beat out rug
I’m all raw… and loose…

(Chorus)
But there’s too many talking
Over something ‘bout nothing to groove
And I’m not one for dancing
But Christ, these drunks are like statues
Paperweight statues…
And no I’m not bitter
It’s just not often that I feel this good
And nobody’s in that groove…
Nobody’s in that
Nobody’s in that groove…
Nobody’s in that
Nobody’s in that groove

Never was a hippie; I never was a punk
I can’t stand being someone else in order to be myself
So I’m the square at the party, cause I want to have some fun
Instead of shifting down before I even crank it up
I’ve got the shakes so bad
I can’t stand still
Feel like a soda pop bottle
Rocket my top off spilling
Got to go do something
Boredom’s pulling my noose
I’ve got to kick out the jams
Before I blow my fuse
This just ain’t my scene
Everybody’s talking over my groove

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Repeat chorus)