Dirty Windowpane

©2009 David Moody

I did all the right things wrong
Or I did all the wrong things right
I can’t even write a decent song
Lord, it’s no wonder I can’t sleep at night

I picked up my share of bad habits
And a red guitar that plays the blues
I learned to get pretty good at it
Now it’s the remedy I always chose

I’ll try to tell you what I’m feeling
All I feel is out of touch
Still I just go on revealing way too much
When I try to speak my mind
You look at me like I’m insane
I’m not so blind - it’s just this dirty windowpane