TALK TO ME

Dragging around, eyes to the ground, shrugging your shoulders and sighing
A permanent frown etched on your brow, pretending that everything’s fine
But that burden you carry is bringing you low
If it gets too heavy, why not let it go?

Talk to me, you can talk to me
Come in from the cold, lay down your load
And talk to me

The black cloud descends and you’re gone again, buried in hopelessness
Should I leave you alone in your exile of stone, or send out an SOS?
If you’re in there somewhere please give me a sign
For if you are sinking I could throw you a line

Chorus:

There isn’t a thing in the world could be so bad
That I wouldn’t listen to you and try to understand

Chorus:

c 1993, Barbara Martin