Widespread Panic. Dirty Side Down. North. Zeneszám

Some folks look for trouble,
Some look for belief
Baby, you look for Jesus
I look for relief
Used to talk about the weather,
Used to think it all looks fine
Now we never hang together,
Now you're never on my mind

Spinning around in circles,
Cut it up in squares
Ask me if I love you baby,
Ask me if I care
Last thing that I need's a mustang,
Last thing I need's a tan
I'm gonna get myself up north,
Find out who the hell I am

Well I, I go north, the sun here burns my eyes
But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here

Trials and tribulations
Face us every day
Baby, we used to talk alot,
Now I ain't got much to say
You think it's a joke or something
I think it's all a drag
You think maybe it's in the pocket
Can't be let out of the bag


Well I, I go north, oh, the sun here burns my eyes
But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here
Oh, So I will disappear and find my way up north
And find out what I know, ooh just who I am,
Oh I will disappear, I will disappear

Some look for religion
And others look for truth
Baby it seems I spend my days
Looking all over for you
You think that its stupid,
I say that it's cool
Haul you back to Mexico,
Send me back to school

Last thing that I need's a mustang,
Last thing I need's a tan
I'm gonna get myself up north,
Find out who the hell I am
Well I, I go north, the sun here burns my eyes
But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here
So I will disappear and find my way up north

No, oh I don't know, I will disappear