It's easy to believe some people don't care.
Believe a gift is to be given but never shared.
When your clothes are stripped you got what you
got. When you drive your car to heaven there ain't
no parking lot. Another builded up, another
undone. Like every day dawn becomes another
setting sun. I still believe you came to see. Bet
you thought I'd comprehend. You wish for me, you
wish to be. But I'm a hero who can't pretend. I
should have riches after all that I've been
through. Should have some peace of mind, I should
shave somebody new. A silver locket or a painting
just for you. But all I got's a big old bag of
tales. I tell the stories, I write by my hand. The
things I've felt another could never understand.
Better to have lived and loved than never because.
It's not the things it could have been, it's that
that never was. I should have riches after all
that I've been through. Should have some peace of
mind, I should have somebody new. A silver locket
or a painting just for you. But all I got's a big
old bag of tales.