So Wrong ©1995
Inspired by relationship tension
Written in my grandmother's old chair at Hardwood
PHOTOGRAPH: Jen Tate at The Club DI

Must I wait for the end to begin
Must I follow to lead again
Must I pray for this to end
How can I receive the love you send?

Could I move away or could I stay?
Where’s the time for me? Infinity
Have I no love to spare, is it so rare?
Will I loose my mind or gain a friend?

I’m in need of another day
We’re not so comfortable to meet this way
Must I pray for you my friend?
How can I receive the love you send?

Should I turn away the things you say?
Am I destined for the wrong door?
Are you listening to my song?
Is this so wrong?