I'm standing in the desert, waiting for my ship to come in.
I have a golden Lab who goes everywhere with me. He's a great leveler.
Beatle's wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni.
Beck said he didn't believe in the theory of a song coming through you as if you were an open vessel. I agree with him to a certain extent.
Don't the wounded bird still sing?
Then not everything is gonna be the way you think it oughta be. It seems like everytime I try to make it right, it all comes down on me. Please say honestly you won't give up on me, and I shall believe.