High Hopes

A little shred of this world to call a home
To wash the dirt from an old and tattered soul
And dry off, and so
She won't hafta put so much effort in
To light the fire and warm her trembling skin
Cuz round here, the cold seeps in

These were all things real and true in my mind, my mind
Be home soon dear I'm just out for a little drive, a drive
These were all things real and true in my mind, my mind
But that thing plays tricks on me all the time

A little part of something I'd respect
Even if I haven't really seen it yet
I gotta beleive, it exsista
So I'll stop waking up drenched in cold night sweats
But perhaps beside something worth getting up with
Or staying in bed

These were all things real and true in my mind, my mind
Take a trip that exsists beyond just my eyes, my eyes
These were all things real and true in my mind, my mind
But that thing plays tricks on me all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Rooney
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