Outta bed

OUTTA BED (E A D G B E, capo 1)

I can only get myself out of bed. I can only hold what can fit in my hands. I can only try. It has to be enough.

I can only sing one song at a time. Whether it is dark or light outside. Whether it is calm or a little bit rough.

I can hear a voice. I can see a face. I can feel light from a heavenly place.

I can touch a hand. I can hold a head. I can only get myself out of bed.

 

I can only hold my breath for fifteen seconds. Maybe a bit longer if I really had to.

I could never make spag bol like Mum does. But I can put vegemite on pretty much anything.

I hear a voice. I see a face. I can feel a light from a heavenly place.

I can touch a hand. I can hold a head. I can only get myself out of bed.

I can only hold what can fit in my hands. I can only get myself out of bed.

Whether it is dark or light outside.