Out Of My Hands

Out Of My Hands

Donnas (The)
(album: Gold Medal)

I´m sick of the state we´re in
And every little thread is wearing thin
I´ve been livin´ life in the slow lane
But somethings got to change

What time is it where you are
You´re in bed, I´m at a bar
Right now opposites subtract
And I don´t know if I can bridge the gap

The phone bills, and missed calls, have
got us they´ve got us

At the mercy of a mile
In no place to make demands
I´ll make it worth your while
But right now it´s out of my hands
It´s out of my hands

Ode to sleep pillows and sheets
The last place I´d expect us to meet
I´ll be back before you know
So don´t worry if you´re running low
The phone bills, and missed calls, have
got us, they´ve got us hanging