Constant muse

Is my mind at ease or am I jaded?
Has the brightest color in me faded?
Have the simplest things been complicated
In a song?

I was just nineteen when all this started
I was sun burned skin and open hearted
I was hometown proud, tucked in, and parted
In a song

In my dreams I’m wide awake
And I always have exactly what it takes

Oh, my constant muse
I have pinned my life on you
Chasing words and every mood
Into song

In my dreams I’m wide awake
And I always have exactly what it takes
In my dreams I’m wide awake
And I always know exactly what to say

Oh, my constant muse
I have pinned my life on you
Chasing words and every mood
Into song

Is my mind at ease or am I jaded?