Dreams of a night time life
Always full of questions
Why he was never good enough.
Home is where my bed is
There is nothing to share there
But the rambling thoughts of a thinker
Who pretends to know about love.
I'm not a Washington kind of lifer
I breath fresh air in, not politics
But I love this country too
I fight for the love of my country.
Mom and Dad did give me my honor at birth
And they always taught me truth
Now I'm on my own writing praises
There is so much majority good here.
I know where the steeples are at
I live to give to the poor
My wallet is thin
But my love of people is rich
Love is what's worth it.