I Don't Really Pay Enough

I Hate The Road So Much. I Almost Go Into A Cocoon With My Own People Out There.

In The Time It Takes Us To Look Beyond The Lies, We Could Be Sailing In Each Other's Eyes.

She Said She Married An Architect, Who Kept Her Warm And Safe And Dry. She Would Like To Say She Loved The Man, But She Didn't Like To Lie.

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

My Grandfather Gave Me My First Guitar, An Old Acoustic With Palm Trees And Dancing Girls Painted On It