I can't begin to say
I can't begin to say all the things i have in here all the things that I love the things that I fear all the pain I've created all the times that I'm elated simply by seeing You smile
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city boy
Waking up in the morning to the 'larm clock Racing to get my favorite asphalt parkin spot Wishing I was somewhere else Could put this life on the cosmic shelf And follow that no-trail across the range
The Small Town We Called Home
We played on the hot asphalt Bursting black bubbles under the August sun Dirt clod grenades And willow-wand swords and some imagination Made us soldiers, made us spies Rescuing damsels who were on the run In the small town we called home
Looking at the hills
Hey, I've been lookin at the hills Sittin here wonderin Thinking 'bout things yet to come. Remembering the times, and all the chills Blue skies thunderin Waiting for the rain to wash the sun Yeah, I've been looking at the hills