"Anything But Me" lyrics
"Anything But Me"
Somewhere in between seeing you at the station
Transcendental meditation and looking at the stars
Got me wondering what the hell am I doing
Thinking of you instead of playing my guitar
Yeah, I'm up on the mountain doing me some crying
Underneath the Pleiades and the Orion
Seek ye the roller of celestial stones
A pack of cigarettes and a book of poems
I should've been a bird
A sparrow or an eagle
A crow or a seagull
Flying over the sea
I should've been a sailor
A cowboy or a jailer
Anything but me
I can't comprehend the gun that I'm under
The roar of the thunder
In my room
I'm a pagan at the altar
Trying to get a notion
But it's like tryin' to fit an ocean in a spoon
Yeah, I'm up on the mountain doing me some crying
Underneath the Pleiades and the Orion
Seek ye the roller of celestial stones
A pack of cigarettes and a book of poems
I should've been a bird
A sparrow or an eagle
A crow or a seagull
Flying over the sea
I should've been a sailor
A cowboy or a jailer
Anything but me
Woah-oh, anything but me
Anything, woah-oh-oh
Oh, anything but me
Yeah, I'm up on the mountain doing me some crying
Underneath the Pleiades and the Orion
Seek ye the roller of celestial stones
A pack of cigarettes and a book of poems
I should've been a bird
A sparrow or an eagle
A crow or a seagull
Flying over the sea
I should've been a sailor
A cowboy or a jailer
Anything but me
Writer(s): Jesse Allen Wells
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- Jesse Welles Lyrics
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