Stuck

You shove your way Through the room from the street And finally to me You ask me what I'm drinking My friend Johnny Tugging on my sleeve Asks if I wanna leave But what I'm really thinking is Why can't it be easy Easy Why don't you leave Leave me Leave me be I can see you swaying I can't hear what you're saying I'm sitting here stuck And plastered to my seat I think up a reason to leave When you finally stop speaking I'll take a long slow Walk down Washington Street Half asleep on my feet Half aware if I'm dreaming I'll go home alone A sinking stone A switched off telephone I'll go on and be free A frozen breeze A fallen down factory But I still see you swaying And I can't hear what you're saying I just lost the plot Got a little caught In a little knot I just hit a wall Had a little fall Felt the swinging wrecking ball And why should that be Why don't you tell me Why don't you tell me I'm sure you'll tell me Why don't you tell me I guess you'll tell me Tell me --- Stuck - Norah Jones