The Times I'm Not There - NE-HI, Jamila Woods

There’s a lot on my mind I’ve been thinking

When you ask me what’s wrong, I don’t know

I don’t need you to make a prescription

What I need is a hand I could hold

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go

Time I could cry, time to feel low

Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see

I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods

Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see

I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go

Time I could cry, time to feel low

Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see

I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods

Oh you can’t be choosy with my moods, see

I got multitudes, skies bringing many moods

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go

Time I could cry, time to feel low

Somewhere to hide, somewhere to go

Time I could cry, time to feel low