Lord please tell me where to sell my soul
For I (I) once was blind and still can't see
With a broken wing in the summertime
Seven come eleven and I'll be gone
Who's that lady, can she brighten my day?
But I (I) can't speak, she walks away
So I pretend not to care, yes you can have her my friend
But God (God) is her hair still the same
Like a working man on a Sunday night
Seven come eleven and feeling fright
People resist writing outdated melodies
Out of fear (fear) that letting go would waste some time
They shoot at first sight, they must be out of their minds
Just like she (she) won't stop loving me
So tell me friend how the story ends
Seven come eleven and getting tired
Lord please tell me where to sell my soul
For I (I) once was blind, starting to see
With a broken wing in the wintertime
Seven come eleven, the damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done
The damage is done