I can’t get a hold of my little red cells
I won’t make through another today
I can’t get a hold of my little red cells
I won’t set a foot out of my bed today
I can’t get a hold of my little red cells
And there are times
When could luck seems hard
To find
It’ll feel like coming home
So baby don’t worry
For me
It will be like coming home
So baby don’t worry for me
Sometimes they don't matter
The things I do
You see they don’t matter
The things I do
Sometimes they don’t matter
Because they’re never new
There are times…