Writing lines so soft they can never be heavy. Driving along in my Beetle; dreaming about a Chevy. Time to begin again; getting ready. Lovin’ ain’t as easy as they all say it is. Still I’m heading out west, looking for something steady.
Been rolling my whole life through, with love on my mind. I’ve climbed every hill that stood in my way, And I sank into every ditch that I could find. My heart is a heart-seeker, but my lovin’ eyes have been blind. I believed in the unbelievable; wasted so much time.
Could have been a contender, If only I had the talent to succeed. I could have made something of myself, If only I knew just what to do with this plasticine. Sang songs of love and sang songs of hate. It all took every piece of me. Wrote poems about my every day, every day And all my nights and in all my dreams, But still I am left here waiting, praying for her love. Love is a boulder, upon my shoulders, And I’m feeling heavy… Maybe I should do something good.