Humor (Patterson Rahsaan)

Strange sense of humor falling down from the ground Covering my body in sunshine and mud Am I a friend or foe' I'd like to think I know But sometimes I feel like I'm bold I'm down on my knees and beggin' for answers to questions Talk to me if you're listening Open my eyes to the signs that they see you leave behind A blind man can see more than I Music sounds so good to me and it's all so coveting There's no hope when the sound's sweeping Shall I reach into my bag of tricks For anything I might have missed Left over from a painful past Humor, humor Humor, humor Humor, humor Humor, humor