I'm out of form

I’m out of luck, I’m out of form
Don’t know how I’ll weather the storm

The legs will move, the blood will flow
Take it easy, nice and slow
Do it little by little, blow by blow

I watch the ball, can’t watch my back
The knives are out, want me on the rack
Looking for luck, needle in a haystack

Forget the world, stare at a bird’s eye
You’re not a myth, you’re not an evil Sith
You’re still playing, you’re still brick-laying

I’m out of luck, I’m out of form
Don’t know how I’ll weather the storm

Open your mind, open your stance
Look at the field, give it one more glance
Forget about luck, forget about chance

I hear voices and I hear noises
I hear raves and I hear rants
I hear don’ts and I can’ts

Blank the crowd, blank the bowler
Let ‘em boo, let ‘em holler
Treat ‘em like another blank caller

I’m out of luck, I’m out of form
Don’t know how I’ll weather the storm


Written on December, 22, 2008 for Dravid. First posted on Naked Cricket.