Predicting the future is to create it
I thought I was doing just that
Trickle down effect was never apparent
When life turned fiction into fact and that's a fact
I've never minded hospitality
Shown coming through the back door
But this is hospitality of a different tone and texture
An unsigned contract of the head and the heart it's a start
This I can say was an arterial moment
An opening up of the heart to the head
Everything connected one thing leads to another
A sacrifice of the heart for the hand
I gotta hand it to my heart I gotta give it a hand
These days I wear my heart on my sleeve
One kick at the can given a second chance
Closer to the hand a grateful reprieve
I gotta hand it to my heart
Though I've always been a fan
These days I wear my heart on my sleeve
Like two good friends drift apart by default
My heart shakes my hand once again
I gotta hand it to my heart