Some say he's too sentimental
But it's not sentimental if it's true
No it's not sentimental if it peers into your heart
And dares to show you something new
Melodies with perfect angles
Innovations in the songs we write
Through curtains drawn, see Pollyanna magic
The light of a dark black night
Maybe I can drive his car or play him a tune on guitar
Even when I am asleep
My dreams cannot exceed
My love
Maybe I can drive his car or play him a tune on guitar
Even when I am asleep
My dreams cannot exceed
My love
When he dies I'll cry into a bourbon
And I'll wish that I could hear another song
Then I'll listen to his ever-present past
And know I'm right where I belong
Where I belong
Where I belong