Those Swollen Hand Blues کے بول

I can't see the wood for the trees Life is like a rollercoaster I can't find the birds or the bees Hope they're down the back of my sofa Feeling like a rolling stone Playing the guitar on my own I'm the apple of my eye If only I could keep myself sober I'd remind myself why They stare at me wherever I go (there he is!!) Why won't everybody give over? I wish I'd learnt to play piano If only I could keep myself sober for more than a day