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The feeling I get when my guitar finds a different sound
Makes me finally want to pull myself up off the ground
With all the flavors and the melodies
And countless possibilities
I've found

When I'm wandering in a fog not knowing where to start
And I think my universe is gonna fall apart
I try to write my songs and lie in wait
For the muse to stimulate
My heart

I'll share them with you if you'd like to stay and sit a while
We can sing together through the night if that's your style
And in the morning find the newborn inspiration
To carry, to carry on

Is there a point in life to face the strife and push ahead
By the day I learn the answers I may well be dead
In the meantime
I crave certain stimulation
To clear my head

And in those times I'm feeling restless, cold, and all alone
When I call my list of friends and find no one at home
I'll tune my dusty, rusty guitar strings
Until they ring
And I am in my zone

I'll share them with you if you'd like to stay and sit a while
We can sing together through the night if that's your style
And in the morning find the newborn inspiration
To carry, to carry on

Why do I spend my free time rhyming when you know you've heard it anyway before
It's a tired plea for freedom when my life becomes a chore
I don't know why you try to debate me
Or to forsake me
I can't keep it quiet anymore

The feeling I get when my guitar finds a different sound
Makes me finally want to pull myself up off the ground
With all the flavors and the melodies
And countless possibilities
I've found

I'll share them with you if you'd like to stay and sit a while
We can sing together through the night if that's your style
And in the morning find the newborn inspiration
To carry, to carry on
To carry on

June 2006