Man's Delite

Doin' Time

I'll search the world for a perfect exsistance.
I'll go anywhere, and I'll travel the distance.
I just want to find somewhere I feel at home,
A place filled with peace where I don't have to roam.
I don't know just want I'm tryin' to find, yeah.
Guess I'm really only doin' time.

I look at the world and I see that it's spinning.
I see all the fighting, but what are they winning?
They look for the answers from things in the sky.
They ask all the questions, but still wonder why.
They're never gonna find a piece of mind, yeah.
Guess they're really only doing time.

Chorus: A pattern of Bah-Dahs over the guitar part

The crooks and the thieves live in prisons of stone.
The innocent and poor are still forced to roam.
They live on the streets in your very own town.
While killers and dealers are lounging around.
Why do we continue to be blind, yeah.
Never know just what we're gonna find, yeah.
Maybe someday we will find our minds, yeah.
Guess we all must do a little time.

Chorus: A pattern of Bah-Dahs over the guitar part


Chord Progression: A D Em G A


--Daryl Molen