Lyrics
I’m digging up a park bench
And filling in a war trench
In a fight for you
You’re lying in my arms
with nations up in arms
I'll take care of you
Trees won't fall in autumn
Leaves rise to the bottom
You'll be rising, too
Everything believes
Belief won't make you free
Even demons do
But Honey, you are fine by yourself
You chase away your doubts
But they’re the holes that let your soul breath in and out
A banjo on your knee, playing Carcassi, saying,
When will all the sound be songs for you?
Take down your pictures
Talk extremes like preachers
Love my neighbor
Love my God
Like a misfit
Gonna make it.
Gonna make it.
But Honey, you are fine by yourself
You chase away your doubts
But they’re the holes that let your soul breath in and out
A banjo on your knee, playing Carcassi, saying,
When will all the sound be songs for you?