Hoping To Say - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

In a package that comes in the mail everyday

I received my headache

And failed to relay

All the things

That I'm constantly hoping to say

To those who we all hold so dear

I once had the knack but it didn't last long

The last time I had that

It wasn't that strong

It's clear to me now

That it's all turned out wrong

For those who we all hold so dear

Oh-ho and it's making me cry

Oh-ho they won't let me get high

I can remember

When things weren't so tough

Just a few worries

But still not enough

They soon began building

And too much to tell

To those who we all hold so dear

Oh-ho and it's making me cry

Oh-ho they won't let me get high