Id Do It Again
fast on my feet, kind a lean and lazy;
not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone,
and more than a little bit crazy.
The old six string was all I had
to keep my belly still,
and for each full hour lesson I gave
I got a crisp ten dollar bill.
She was married for seven years
to a concrete castle king.
She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar
and to hear her children sing.
So I'd show up about once a week
in my faded tight-legged jeans
with a backlog full of hobo stories
and dilapidated dreams.
Song For Holly
I can make you want me
I can make you think you need me too
I can reassure you that all the lies you tell yourself are true
And if you won't let me go
I'm just harder to hold, no
I'll never let you gain control, no, no...
I'm not myself lately
I'm not even sure I know me
But I'm worth more than my name
And all the lies I tell myself are true
You can try but it's never enough with you behind me
Because when push comes to shove, I fall
And it's my turn to handle myself now
And if you won't let me go
I'm just harder to hold, no
I'll never let you gain control
And you can say that you want me
And if you won't let me go
I'm just harder to hold, no
I'll never let you gain control, no, no...