Stuck Blues

STUCK BLUES

Come on, baby, we been up all night,
trying to fix this thing and make it right.
In spite of everything we say and do,
we’re still together, stuck like glue.

Stuck like lightning to thunder,
stuck like Philistines to plunder,
like bankers to money,
like honey to hives.
Is there a way
to get out of here alive?

Come on, baby, what are we to do?
How many times have we said we’re through?
How many oceans to keep us apart?
Still each time I see you, we just have to start.

Starting like the engine of an airplane,
starting like two players in a fixed game,
like Yankees and Dodgers,
Giants and Jets.
Is there a lesson that
we haven’t learned yet?

Come on, baby, let’s face the truth.
We’ve been all through this from the basement to the roof.
We keep repeating that we don’t really care,
but we keep waking up in each other’s hair.

Stuck like fleas to a dog,
stuck like moss to a bog,
like reflections to a mirror,
grease to a stove,
priests to their sinners,
tide to a cove.

Come on baby, can we figure this out?
Each time we try, there’s still a lingering doubt.
We’re stuck inside here, stubborn to the core.
We keep on fighting our private civil war.

We’re stuck like trees to bark,
stuck like daylight to dark,
like trains to tracks,
like sharks in a tank.
There’s no way out.
We ‘ve got each other to thank.

Come on, baby, I been up all night,
trying to fix this thing and make it right.
In spite of everything we say and do,
we’re still together, stuck like glue.

Like lightning stuck to thunder,
like Philistines to plunder,
like bankers to money,
like honey to hives,
we’re stuck together until
one of us dies.