You know I ran across an old box of letters. While I was baggin' up some clothes for goodwill. Imagine you know I had to laugh that the same old struggles.
Danny and I spent another late night. Over pancakes. Talkin' 'bout soccer. And how every man's just the same. . We made speculation. On the who's and the when's of our futures.
It's a muggy night in Houston. And all the intersections are like full service stations. I'm on my way to a familiar place. . It's cold in Kansas City.
As I survey the ground for ants. Looking for a place to sit and read. And I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown. How they're much like this concrete that's warm beneath my feet.
I've got my mind made up, I've got to love you or leave you fast. 'Cause I've been thinking clear and I don't know how long it'll last. Just like Uri Gellar, I'm bound to twist the facts around.