Backyard from 50 Songs by Shane Cooley

Backyard

Backyard
Belly full of envy
Black dog
Thought I had it in me
Every time I get out of bed
I feel like someone else

Bad day
Think I need to hide out
Black heart
Beaten with self-doubt
Every time I go out
I’m just looking for myself

Backyard
Can’t find a spark when
The black dog won’t stop barking
I am forever a stranger
To the neighbors on this street

Flat broke
Think I need to stay in
Bad thoughts
Keep on fiending
I get this craving
For all the things that I can’t eat

Lay low, lay low
Get used to flying solo
‘Cause no one’s gonna touch this for a while

Lay low, lay low
‘Til the storm blows over
Clean and sober
It’s the only high I can afford
These live long days

Last night things got a little out of hand
Past life stuck with the reprimand
Every time I look for trouble
I get just what I want

Lay low, lay low
Get used to flying solo
‘Cause I’ve been on the wrong end of the sword

Lay low, lay low
‘Til the storm blows over
Clean and sober
It’s the only high I can afford
These live long days

I need a game changer
I need a game changer
I need a game changer

And it seems to me
That the backseat of her jeep would’ve been the answer
And honesty
Is a policy that would’ve pleased my long lost tiny dancer
Could've been a little bit more clever
This comeback kid
Is off the grid
For now

• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• folk-rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mollusk