conflicting emotions jim beaming around this town he’s got these reasons i can’t confound. you can smile or you can laugh with him. cause in the end we’re steeped unsounded in his grease
i can sing my wisdom or my caddy songs but i always i result to ancient calls
i have patterns and i have my doubts but one things certain is unending drought
a gift of a cup of a life to fill i got this sound and spreading out no guilt