In This Song

I get so tired of writing crap about falling in love, this and that
I wanna write a story song about where I'm from
My Daddy used to sing me tunes, like they fell right from the moon
He always had the perfect story to fit the situation

And I miss him like the autumn misses summer
And I still can't believe that he's gone

But he belongs in this song
Right where he belongs is in this song

I get so tired of the every day the web that keeps my time at bay
I wish that I could feel the way I did when I was young
Ridin' round like hells angels my big brothers behind the wheel
Playin' chicken in the field where the cattle used to run

And I miss the way we used to laugh in summer
My brothers, watermelon and Ping-Pong

But they belong in this song
Right where they belong is in this song

Well Mother you were always right
Worthy battles merit fight, I swear I will not lose sight

But I get so tired of pushin' wheels like I'm tryin' sell automobiles
Tryin' be some kind of writer who's making history
When it all comes down I'm just a girl
A little ragged undiscovered pearl
But what if no one opens the shell
And the outside's all they see?

And I miss the way I used to laugh in summer
The piano that I played so out of tune
My Mother's recipe for keepin' busy
My Old man, a story and the moon

But we belong in this song
Right where we belong is in this song
Oh in this song
Right where we belong, in this song