Lyrics:
Play what you want to play for me, Zydeko!
I haven’t got the time.
And say what you want to say to me,
I can’t read your mind.
I up and left, you were here to stay.
Since you are gone, it don’t feel the same.
But when you go I cannot reply,
It seems you always compromise…
My room to grow.
Feelin’ kinda low,
And it makes me kinda mad.
Never got to show
My good from bad.
Purpose of the show
is raging with the band
Only want to go
Where no one has.
Play what you want to play for me, Zydeko!
I haven’t got the time.
And say what you want to say to me,
I can’t read your mind.
Well since you left, how I felt so free,
Feels like I gained back the rest of me.
But when you go I cannot reply,
It seems you always compromise…
My room to grow.
Feelin’ kinda low,
And it makes me kinda mad.
Never got to show
My good from bad.
Purpose of the show
is raging with the band.
Only want to go
Where no one has.
Play what you want to play for me, Zydeko!
I haven’t got the time.
And say what you want to say to me,
I can’t read your mind.
And though your *back* has to feel so fly,
I’ve seen my dreams finally reach the sky.
But when you go, I cannot reply,
It seems you always compromise…
My room to grow.
Feelin’ kinda low,
And it makes me kinda mad.
Never got to show
My good from bad.
Purpose of the show
is raging with the band.
Only want to go
Where no one can.
Thanks to Adam Berta