I know the heart of life is good.
And i start sleeping and dreaming and i think i'll dream about you, all through the night.
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.
You know I used to be the back porch poet with my book of lines, always hoping knowing all the time, I'm probably never gonna find the perfect rhyme. . .For heavier things
Atlanta's my musical home. It really was the place where I really came alive.
Today I finally overcame tryinโ to fit the world inside a picture frame.