| Song | Ordinary Joe |
| Artist | Snow Patrol |
| Album | LateNightTales |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| For my openin’ line | |
| I might try to indicate my state of mind | |
| or turn you on | |
| or tell you that I’m laughin’ | |
| just to keep from cryin’ | |
| pretty music, when you hear it, | |
| keep on tryin’ to get near it | |
| a little rhythm for your spirit | |
| but that’s what it’s for | |
| c’mon in here’s the door | |
| I’ve seen a sparrow get high | |
| and waste his time in the sky | |
| he thinks it’s easy to fly | |
| he’s just little bit freer than I | |
| Now here’s a mystery | |
| maybe you can help to make it clear to me | |
| When you’re fast asleep | |
| and than what is that’s lightin’ up the dreams you see | |
| all your tears can’t conceal it | |
| all your prayers may not reveal it | |
| you got soul so you can feel it | |
| and when you make the scene | |
| then you’ll know what I mean | |
| I’ve seen a sparrow get high | |
| and waste his time in the sky | |
| he thinks it’s easy to fly | |
| he’s just little bit freer than I | |
| Down here on the ground | |
| when you fine folks are givin’ you the runarround | |
| keep your game up up-tight | |
| and if you must just take your secrets underground | |
| now, politicians try to speech you | |
| mad color watchers try to teach you | |
| very few will really try to reach you | |
| if you’re lost in the stack | |
| that’s ok come on black | |
| Now I'd be the last to deny | |
| that I'm just an average guy | |
| and don't you know each little bird in the sky | |
| Is just a little bit freer than I | |
| Ordinary Joe, people say you’re just a lazy so and so | |
| what they think is real | |
| is nothing but an animated puppet show | |
| So don’t let time and space confuse you | |
| don’t let name and form abuse you | |
| let Big Joe Williams blues you | |
| in the light of the sun you can see how they run |
| For my openin' line | |
| I might try to indicate my state of mind | |
| or turn you on | |
| or tell you that I' m laughin' | |
| just to keep from cryin' | |
| pretty music, when you hear it, | |
| keep on tryin' to get near it | |
| a little rhythm for your spirit | |
| but that' s what it' s for | |
| c' mon in here' s the door | |
| I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
| and waste his time in the sky | |
| he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
| he' s just little bit freer than I | |
| Now here' s a mystery | |
| maybe you can help to make it clear to me | |
| When you' re fast asleep | |
| and than what is that' s lightin' up the dreams you see | |
| all your tears can' t conceal it | |
| all your prayers may not reveal it | |
| you got soul so you can feel it | |
| and when you make the scene | |
| then you' ll know what I mean | |
| I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
| and waste his time in the sky | |
| he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
| he' s just little bit freer than I | |
| Down here on the ground | |
| when you fine folks are givin' you the runarround | |
| keep your game up uptight | |
| and if you must just take your secrets underground | |
| now, politicians try to speech you | |
| mad color watchers try to teach you | |
| very few will really try to reach you | |
| if you' re lost in the stack | |
| that' s ok come on black | |
| Now I' d be the last to deny | |
| that I' m just an average guy | |
| and don' t you know each little bird in the sky | |
| Is just a little bit freer than I | |
| Ordinary Joe, people say you' re just a lazy so and so | |
| what they think is real | |
| is nothing but an animated puppet show | |
| So don' t let time and space confuse you | |
| don' t let name and form abuse you | |
| let Big Joe Williams blues you | |
| in the light of the sun you can see how they run |
| For my openin' line | |
| I might try to indicate my state of mind | |
| or turn you on | |
| or tell you that I' m laughin' | |
| just to keep from cryin' | |
| pretty music, when you hear it, | |
| keep on tryin' to get near it | |
| a little rhythm for your spirit | |
| but that' s what it' s for | |
| c' mon in here' s the door | |
| I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
| and waste his time in the sky | |
| he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
| he' s just little bit freer than I | |
| Now here' s a mystery | |
| maybe you can help to make it clear to me | |
| When you' re fast asleep | |
| and than what is that' s lightin' up the dreams you see | |
| all your tears can' t conceal it | |
| all your prayers may not reveal it | |
| you got soul so you can feel it | |
| and when you make the scene | |
| then you' ll know what I mean | |
| I' ve seen a sparrow get high | |
| and waste his time in the sky | |
| he thinks it' s easy to fly | |
| he' s just little bit freer than I | |
| Down here on the ground | |
| when you fine folks are givin' you the runarround | |
| keep your game up uptight | |
| and if you must just take your secrets underground | |
| now, politicians try to speech you | |
| mad color watchers try to teach you | |
| very few will really try to reach you | |
| if you' re lost in the stack | |
| that' s ok come on black | |
| Now I' d be the last to deny | |
| that I' m just an average guy | |
| and don' t you know each little bird in the sky | |
| Is just a little bit freer than I | |
| Ordinary Joe, people say you' re just a lazy so and so | |
| what they think is real | |
| is nothing but an animated puppet show | |
| So don' t let time and space confuse you | |
| don' t let name and form abuse you | |
| let Big Joe Williams blues you | |
| in the light of the sun you can see how they run |