This is not a true story… honest! Perhaps I had a premonition of my very distant future, but I hope not.
Who’s gonna pick me up when I’m feeling down?
And who’s gonna put me back on the ground?
Back on my feet, back on ground level?
Who’s gonna give me the strength that I need?
Who’s gonna give me warmth and sympathy?
Who’s gonna feed me vitality?
Will I recover? Can I be recovered?
Am I worth the time that I’m asking for?
Am I worth caring for anymore?
All I’m in need of is a love to lean on
To build me up,
And make me feel needed
But I feel I’m too far from near
To lose my fear of refusal, inadequacy
My hopes abandoned me
At the side of the road.
Who’s gonna pick me up?
Who’s gonna put me back on ground level?
Who’s gonna pick me up?
Pour me another cup of coffee
Black, thick and hot
Oh, you haven’t got any left
Then pour me a double gin
Oh, help me out of this state I’m in.
“You have no coffee! Where’s my gin?
Leave me alone, now, let me rest my head
Never believed any words that you said
One day I hope I may wake
To a soft voice and a gentle embrace.
Regard me as a mistake, if you wish
But please don’t leave me here
To waste away like this.”
© 1993 – Colin E. Pyle