Sick Of It All Lyrics - Blues Traveler

Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popper 

Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak 

And so's my soul, it's been one hell of a week 

Not much else could go wrong 

But damn, this could make a great song 

Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend 

And I'm looking back seeing my world at an end 

Cause I'm sure that by now she must know 

You know, this ain't s bad as songs go 

Well I try not to smile, and I try not to stare 

And I try not to meet her eyes cause I know nothing's there 

It's getting harder every day 

But upon reflection, this song is okay 

You see when I'm down with the blues 

I try to put it to some good use 

And if I could make something to play 

Well, then something's come of it anyway 

So at least my songs are all right 

At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light 

And if all they do is give me something to write 

As far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right 

At least my songs are okay 

At least they help make the pain the pain go away 

And although I know I'll cry myself to sleep tonight 

As far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right 

My songs are all right 

Well, I've got to realize that love isn't real 

And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel 

I don't see where I could be wrong 

So I might as well finish up this song 

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new 

I'm one of the many, not one of the lucky few 

I've got lots of lonely friends 

I bet they wish that this song would end 

You see when I'm down with the blues 

I try to put it to some good use 

And if I can make something to play 

Well something's come of it anyway 

So at least my songs are all right 

At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light 

And if all they do is give me something to write 

Well, as far as I'm concerned, my songs are all right 

At least my songs are okay 

At least they help make the pain go away 

And even though I'll cry myself to sleep tonight 

Well, rest assured, my songs are all right 

My songs are all right 

Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new 

I'm one of many, not one of the lucky few 

I said I'm sick of loving her and I'm sick of telling you 

I'm sick of being in pain, and I know what to do 

She says we're good friends, but she's no friend of mine 

I'm sick of being patient, and I'm sick of being kind 

I'd love her in a big way but I know she don't care 

And I'm sick of finding out that life just ain't that fair 

I'm sick of being patient, and I'm sick of being kind 

And I'm sick of these new thing that I'm trying to find 

I'm sick of he loves her and I'm sick of she loves him 

I'm sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim 

The list of what I'm sick of is so long 

And finally 

I'm getting sick of this song