There's a hole inside my wisdom
There's no shine inside my frame
The leaves have come and taken all the fanfare
And right now, nowhere seems
Like a damn good place for me to be
I need a little antidote to resurrect some harmony
A brand new piece of sun to call my own
A little antidote to breathe the unsung melody I'm hearing
A thimble full of magic to soothe my soul, yeah
My plastic rocking horse has broke its final cowboy
Retired to garage sale obscurity
He waits beside a shelf of empty bottles
Just wishing he could duck the rush and somehow be free
Freedom
Sweet freedom
We need my antidote to resurrect some harmony
A brand new piece of sun to call my own
A little antidote to breathe the unsung melody I'm hearing
A thimble full of magic, a coat of inspiration
To warm my frigid soul
There's a hole inside my wisdom
There's no shine inside my frame
The leaves have come and taken all the fanfare
And right now nowhere seems
Like a damn good song for me to sing
We need my antidote to resurrect some harmony
A brand new piece of sun to call my own
A little antidote to breathe the unsung melody I'm hearing
A thimble full of magic to soothe my soul
There's a hole inside my wisdom
There's no shine inside my frame
1 | Poor Boy Blues |
2 | Sugar On The Pill |
3 | Shine On |
4 | Voodoo Banjo |
5 | Soap |
6 | Cowboy Song |
7 | The Crush |