I do what I can
I can what I do ✏️ 🎤 🎵
(h/t Carla)
Crosby, Stills, and gnashing of teeth
Wanna keep the young away
It’s not that I don’t wanna fight no more,
It’s just that I had a bad day. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
One step closer to nowhere ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Surely, Psalm twenty and three shall follow me all the days of my life. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
My clipping will be lost on the round trip to Tiny ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I see colors in the dark ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Revive us, O Lord.
But this time, do it right. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Questions are good.
Answers are better. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I can’t sleep at night.
Why?
It’s the problem of the heels.
I can’t win this fight.
Why?
It wasn’t part of the deal.
All I want is to feel the same
We could be walking on the ocean
But something’s always wrong ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I’ve gotta get a hold on my face ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I don’t want your mollification.
I want your real remorse. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Your guyline is showing ✏️ 🎤 🎵
May may be merry
Yet September’s the real cherry ✏️ 🎤 🎵
You bring the fog
In the fall a soft fog
And I follow a call
Saying, “Come” ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Bet your scruples have some loopholes ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Ain’t no room for hobbyhorses
In the stables of the Lord ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Mother Nature’s little sister
Taught me everything I know ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Just park right here with the hazards on
I think I’m sure the bastard’s gone ✏️ 🎤 🎵
You find yourself lost ✏️ 🎤 🎵
It’s fine, Babe
It’s fine.
I do it all the time, Babe.
Except I never know what to tell you when I’m done. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Geez, Steve
We’re gonna need you to leave
We’re just trying get some work done
Please, Steve
Don’t act so bereaved
Can’t you see we’re working under the gun? ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Hey!
You married him.
He’s always and in all ways gonna stay him.
Means he won’t leave ya,
But he’s prolly gonna grieve ya
Again and again and again. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Don’t worry
You’ll be the next hard act to follow ✏️ 🎤 🎵
I miss the white pages ✏️ 🎤 🎵
Freeloading days are here again ✏️ 🎤 🎵