I was sick in the street I had to pull my feet
All my friends look like strangers to me
So I threw my hands up, I wanted to give up, to turn around and run
But before I could leave, I'll knock the dust off my feet

I shook my fist at the sun and I screamed,
"Please, please I gotta know if I've got something you're looking for"
And I'm steady tryin' to holler at you
Found something to believe or maybe it found me

But now there ain't no wind that can shake me out of that tree
We all got to fall down
What I know now, I'll sure loan out to anyone

And I'm steady tryin' to holler at you
Down this dark avenue,
I'll be singing around your door
As long as we're lost and confused,

You'll be there to sing along
And I'm steady tryin' to holler at you

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ADAM J. RUBENSTEIN, DAVID V. MOORE