It’s always the laundry, or the dishes in the sink There's not as much time in a day as you’d think. It would cost me less to crash my car into the pumps, Than to pull in there and fill the mother fucker up. Emotional strain from so many outside sources, Like being pulled apart by your four favorite horses. Eye on the prize and all else on the down low It ain't that I don’t trust you I just need the dough. Finally off the paper and dragging ass up that hill I faked it till I made but you know the fucking drill My kids are jamming to my old tunes by GNR I’m still hung over from my big dreams of being a star. Not all dreams come true but the brain and heart make new ones. But we learn to love the freezing snow and even the burning sun. We’ve all heard the one about giving and taking away, Sometimes we gain babies and lose loved ones in a day. Copyright 2008 JSM