Bill Withers — Another Day to Run

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from Tomorrow might be just another day to run If you just sit and waste your time You'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) Tomorrow might be just another day to run Someone must control your mind You're the one Dark confusion's what you find when you run I don't want to waste your time but I'm talking to you like a son Tomorrow might be just another day to run Walking down the road of life looking for direction Sometimes my mind gets so mixed up I can't tell lust from affection Gonna stop in to a roadside church and get my mind a rest And Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process Pretty ladies stand in line waiting for inspection Ragged old men drinking wine trying to drown rejection I've been wasting too much time, I'm going to lose my mind unless, Lord Jesus You help me get my soul together in the process Oh now, Tony Jr. filled up his arm with dope And he dreams about a valley But the poor boy lives in an alley Filled with papers that's thrown away Lord, Lord, Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord Tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony Tell me why, he wanna get high enough to die Well, he's long on dreams and short on hope Sometimes he goes to rallies, stops by to see young Sally Lord, just to pass the time away Lord, Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord Tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony Tell me why, he wanna get high enough to die