They told me to sit back and wait, for the other careers to blossom, to take,
For the other rockstars to graduate, you know me, it ain't my style
But you know what I fake, it ain't Thank You cards, or Birthday cakes
And when the time is short, the time is late, like a prince on the promenade
You've been tried before, with the reasons you believe
Your smoking & broken heart, or the songs that it might sing
But I've been right behind, what left you there, the starting line, the beating drum, and the daily grind, and whatever clipped your wings
There's a hole in the story it seems, running on other peoples dreams
Chasing the Kings and the Queens, of the country
What do you believe? Look em' in the eye like they're listening
You might say, they don't know what they're missing
We both know its bold-faced fraud.
You've been caught before with a million different dreams
Keep strumming that old guitar, till you find out what it means
When it took
An oldie, and made it new
Could find the words if only, id had felt so lonely
To see them through
And write the hook
On this wood, these strings, this glue
Falling slowly, with eyes that know me, like you do
Or you used to do.