Drew Young - Stuck on Believing

It’s cold here in the
morning
I miss the warmth of you in my bed
My feet can’t touch the ground
I’m stuck in my head

Take an aimless walk down
second avenue
Even the drunken hippies
Somehow remind me of you

I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on something
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck and somehow believing

It’s Christmas time here in the city
Ringing Santas everywhere
I wonder why I feel so shitty

Happy people sing in the square
Suits and boots are going to work and
Yellow cabs are out collecting their fares..

“how did you get home last night”

I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on something
I’m stuck stuck and somehow believing

It’s getting old
It’s getting old
It’s getting old
It’s getting old





















I just smoked my last cigarette
Thinking that I might quit well
Who the hell am I kidding

Denial is the strongest card
I close my eyes I see your charm
I promise that this will lead to nothing
“and here we are”

I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on something
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck and somehow believing

It’s getting old
It’s getting old
It’s getting old
It’s getting old

I’m stuck, stuck, stuck on something
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck and somehow believing

Written by:
ANDREW PAUL YOUNG

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, DREW YOUNG MUSIC

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