The World's Slowest Blues (Dan Reeder)

I've already gone my separate way There's so many things I don't dare to say And it cursed me As the band starts to play The World's Slowest Blues And the drum goes so slow It just drags behind Even I don't know What's on my mind So I sit and stare And I tap my chair To the World's Slowest Blues This all reminds me of that dream Where you try to run; you try to scream But your heavy feet Just drag to the beat Of the World's Slowest Blues And I've already gone my separate way There's so many things I don't dare to say And it cursed me As the band starts to play The World's Slowest Blues