Knocks
Why would you say that?
Why talk that way?
Why would you give up and,
just walk away?
I took the punch and well, maybe I bled,
but even if I staggered, the blow, it knocked me ahead...
I'll move on,
get through the day,
if I'm alone in this thing,
that's okay, that's okay...
You make think that you're free,
but you're trapped in your head,
you've just given up the best thing,
that you've ever had...
trust me, you'll bust me,
and leave me for dead,
take it all the chin, but you know,
it just knocks me ahead...
I'll move on,
get through the day,
if I'm alone in this thing,
that's okay, that's okay...
It knocks me head,
it knocks me, it knocks me ahead...
© 2002 Words and Music by M. Murray/T. Roberts