Stuck - Norah Jones

You shove your way

Through the room from the street

And finally to me

You ask me what I’m drinking

My friend Johnny

Tugging on my sleeve

Asks if I want to leave

But what I’m really thinking is

Why can’t it be easy, easy?

Why don’t you leave, leave me, leave me be?

I can see you swaying

I can’t hear what you’re saying

I’m sitting here stuck

And plastered to my seat

I think up a reason to leave

When you finally stop speaking

I’ll take a long slow walk

Down Washington Street

Half-asleep on my feet

Half-aware if I’m dreaming

I’ll go home alone

A sinking stone

A switched-off telephone

I’ll go on and be free

A frozen breeze

A fallen-down factory

But I still see you swaying

And I can’t hear what you’re saying

I just lost the plot

Got a little caught

In a little knot

I just hit a wall

Had a little fall

Felt the swinging wrecking ball

And why should that be?

Why don’t you tell me?

Why don’t you tell me?

I’m sure you’ll tell me

Why don’t you tell me?

I guess you’ll tell me

Tell me