3 Meals - Emma Dean

How could it be I’m running out of time sir?

I’m only 22 sir, I’m only 22

How could it be I feel old now?

But I’ve so much to learn now

I only cook three meals now I only cook three meals…

How could it be I want to change my style now?

I look at you and cry now

'Cos that was my idea now but no one got to see it

So chuck it out chuck it out

Chuck it chuck it ch-u-u-u-uck it out… oh oh

So I don’t know my way, I don’t know my way

But tell me that it’s ok where… where do I belong?

Is it in your arms or is it somewhere I can learn to be strong?

How could it be I’m running out of steam sir?

You do know what I mean sir?

I’m getting pretty sick now of coughing up these thoughts

And I hate to be annoying, I hate to be annoying

But if you could just make it stop now oh…

So I don’t know my way, I don’t know my way

But tell me that it’s ok where… where do I belong?

Is it in your arms or is it somewhere I can… oh…

I’ve got to find a way, I’ve got to find my way

So tell me that its okay where… where do I belong

Is it in your arms or is it somewhere I can learn to be strong?

So you might see me following the footsteps that turn in to a slow jog

But I can’t keep up — they turn in to a fast paced run

What level do you speak of my dear

As you motion higher with your hands?

Am I underneath your ears… Or is that your neck… Or is that your chest?

Oh I’ve got to find my way, I need to find a way

But tell me that it’s ok where… where do I belong?

Is it in your arms or is it somewhere I can… oh…

I’ve got to find a way, I’ve got to find my way

So tell me that its okay where… where do I belong

Is it in your arms or is it somewhere… I can learn to be strong?