Story Behind The Song

Espresso, bourbon or something less tangible?

Lyrics

Gimme a Shot
© 2005 Jonathan Powell


I wake up to the morning grind
But that just ain?t enough anymore
To get me out into the fight
I need some motivation to walk out the door
And a little time to get some peace of mind

I need a shot to pick me up
One more to put me down
What?s in between don?t matter much
I?m just another face out in the crowd

I know what you think of me
I don?t think I care anymore
I?m better than you?ll ever be, despite my vices
I?ve got the time to be sure
That I find a way to make it through the day

I need a shot to pick me up
One more will put me down
What?s in between don?t matter much
?Cause I know I will never make you proud

Sometimes things get hazy & I can hardly see
Why I?d do it all again
If I was dumb or crazy then maybe things would be
A little easier in the end

I?m living for the day I leave
?Cause no one needs me here anyway
At least as far as I can see
But if you want me give me a reason to stay
I won?t pretend I don?t need a helping hand

Give me a shot and pick me up
Don?t ever put me down
We don?t even have to call it love
It?s just something that I can?t live without

Don?t have to call it love - Don?t need to think it out
Just give me one more shot and maybe that?ll be enough
enough?for now