THE LIKES OF ME
Words and Music by Jeremy Dickens
Trying to find my way home
Trying to keep the ground under my feet
Trying to find a place where I
Can lay my weary head down for to sleep.
But sleep don’t come easily
Sleep don’t come easily
To the likes of me.
Sleep don’t come
Sleep don’t come
To the likes of me.
Night out on the town and I
Had a million one new things to say
But something ‘long the way
Got in my blood and then my blood got in the way.
Things don’t come easily
Things don’t come easily
To the likes of me.
Things don’t come
Things don’t come
To the likes of me.
I don’t know what comes over me
It’s the most peculiar thing
Hellhound comes, the trees they scream
The full moon lights the way…
Now the night’s turned into day
The sunlight dries the blood left on my skin
I wish it all was just a dream
Hazy visions of where I have been.
Dreams don’t come easily
Dreams don’t come easily
For the likes of me.
Dreams don’t come
Dreams don’t come
For the likes of me.