Letra de Those swollen hand blues

I can´t see the wood for the trees
Life is like a rollercoaster
I can´t find the birds or the bees
Hope they´re down the back of my sofa

Feeling like a rolling stone
Playing the guitar on my own
I´m the apple of my eye
If only I could keep myself sober,
I´d remind myself why...

(Instrumental)

They stare at me wherever I go
Why won´t everybody give over?
I wish I learnt to play piano
If only I could keep myself sober,
For more than one day...