Caught in a Mess

Caught in a mess

caught in a mess

must confess

caught in a mess with you

gave my best

now there's nothing left

nothing more to do

your lucky number lost appeal

no more magic charm

the very power you use to heal can harm

all we had makes me sad

our good times are a curse

called you tuesday when the sky went black

time to reassess

you hit the bottom when the market crashed I guess

the great depression inspired a new deal

I need a new one now

a reconstruction of the way we feel somehow

caught in a mess

sinking fast

going all the way down with you

gave my best, now there's nothing left and there's nothing more to do

caught in a mess with you