Nelly Furtado - Trynna Finda Way

I left my heart in San Francisco with some club kids
On a crowded street somewhere
The sky was red and he said,
"Would you like to come be a part of my North American Dream?"

I could try to chase life down
Down the street and I'd find
The separation of fact and
Fiction

I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might

I left my conscience somewhere with my rhythm
I heard about it from the mouth of a man
He was hopping some trains and combing the land
Looking for a lover planted in the east
Trying to run from the dreaded fist beast

And it lies, it lies
In the picket fence call
It was my own paradise with
My own private corridor

I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might

So I'm dancing to a new beat and it came to me in bed
My veins became a strain of light that I let to flow instead
And a wish came to me like Peter Pan at my window and said
"Evolve your destiny child and you'll never walk alone, no.
You'll never walk alone," but

Travel to the land of surrender
Till' you can't cry no more
Till you can't, till you can't
And you'll never walk alone

All this inspiration is passing me by
All I can do is chill when I really wanna fly
And this pollution do nothing but dirty up my mind
Faster than forever in the blink of an eye
To see past my lethargy is hard I feign
The beauty of my youth is gone
But the chemicals remain

I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might
I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might

I'm tryin' a find a way
I'm tryin' a find a right
And if I budge I just might

I travel to this land of surrender but I see it's all over me,

Over and over again...

And I try and I try and I try...

An angel on my left side and a devil on my right.

And they fight and they fight and they fight.

They’re fighting, they're fighting, they're fighting for my attention...hello?

You have my attention...

Do I have your attention...

Can I have your attention please?

Please, you've made such such an impression on me

Writer(s): Brian West, Nelly Furtado, Gerald Eaton

"Whoa Nelly!" (2000)