Southern Accent

Last night's squabbles
Are hanging in the air
I'm trying hard to care, but I just can't

Stop objecting
'cause every interjection
Brings you closer to rejection and disgrace

Just give me something I can take in my hands
Just give me something I can feel and understand

After hours, I'm sifting through my day
I picked out every mistake that I made
I tried talking, but every word I spoke came out like it was from the script of the tirade

I can't help it if everywhere I walk
I'm stepping onto somebody's fingers

Just give me something I can take in my hands
Just give me something without question or demand
Just give me something I can take in my hands
Just give me something I can feel and understand