It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.
I love Country Music but what happened to it?
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Anything I can sing, I call a song. Anything I can't sing, I call a poem.
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.
Money doesn't talk, it swears.