: I'm thinking over it. I think too much. It hinders my spirit When there's never enough. Shell-game sleight of hand To wish for something more. Honest
: I sat on the hill. Your car out around the bend. It's headlights fade, the evening decends. I'll keep on waving until I'm sure your gone. Until
: I'm incredible. I'm unbelievable. I mean, like I'm a liar. Not like I'm beautiful With all the mystery and all the wondering. I'm like a private
: Your daddy was a good man. Had a smile that weighed a ton There was nothing in that man but life. It's all I hear from everyone. The time I should