Fastball

Turned 'round 6 o'clock and I'm feeling sleepy
I don't have to work on Saturday
But I do anyway
'Round the corner right on up to the shop
I come creeping, but it don't matter anyway
Chorus:
'Cause I know it's just a spell
And even so I feel like hell
You can say that it's alright
But I am not that kind
And I can see the forest through the trees
I am on my knees
I don't know if I am supposed to stay
Or I'm supposed to leave it all behind