How can I begin to say
The thoughts that're in my head
When other shit gets in the way
The words are never clear
The thoughts that're in my head
When other shit gets in the way
The words are never clear
How can my mind just try to understand myself
And every song just leaves you more alone
And when you're done, will those songs lead you home?
The winters in new york are hell
With bitterness and cold
This would suit me really well
At least as I recall
I remember all times in california shines
And every song just leaves you more alone
And when you're done will those songs lead you home?
Right on home
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Bodega Strings (Remixes From Tides And Tales)
Live At The House Of Blues Boston
Live At The House Of Blues San Diego
Christmas Don't Be Late
Ghost Stories
Down Comes The Rain