Flipside - Norah Jones

I tried to get high, but you wanted me low

Good things are happening, but happening slow

It’s some kind of mystery from long ago

I finally know who I’m supposed to be

My mind was locked but I found the key

Hope it don’t all slip away from me

Hard times, fine lines

Moments pass by and I cry

Rewind, step behind

It’s hard to find the flipside

I can’t stand when you tell me to get back

If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?

You saw your reflection all over the news

Your temperature’s well past a hundred and two

Put the guns away, or we’ll all gonna lose

Stand by, or take flight

Eat or throw your piece pie

Walk on, or be mine

Moments fly by and I cry

I can’t stand when you tell me to get back

If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?

I can’t stand when you tell me to get back

If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?