Текст: John Hiatt. Uncommon Connection.

Well, I do my best thinking, I'm sitting on my ass
I'm just sittin' here waiting for things to pass
You got places to go and people to see
Well honey, that's you, it ain't me

Shit flying in my head from every direction
Oh, I'm thinking about an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An un

Lot of people in a hurry, and they're goin' nowhere
I can see 'em all, sitting in my easy chair
I can run to the future, I'm running form the past
Well, I thought about it once but it didn't last

Shit flying in my head from every direction
Oh, I'm thinking about an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection

Well, you can say what you want, I'm not getting old
I've slowed down time and nearly stopped it cold
Well, I jogged my memory once, then I shelved my plans
I'm tired of holding on to love's clammy hand

Shit flying in my head from every direction
Oh, I'm thinking about an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, oh

It takes every drop of energy just to run my brains
Took a long time to learn that it's only a waiting game
Some people call it depression, and I call it a song
Don't worry about me, I'm not gonna to be around all that long

Shit flying in my head from every direction
Oh, I'm thinking about an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection

Oh, an uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, an uncommon connection
An uncommon connection, well, there we go