To put your Heart Flowers in the door of non-loving flowers

Really crazy couldn’t save me Let me smell your heart

Christian alcohol that has nothing to do with our Government

Don’t trust the Kid within you I always get there slightly impaired

It got taken away, it was the Course of Liberty

Feeling kind of sore, it was the hour of intense running around

As a Mother you deserve it better than having Kids running around

A Kid that’s been hanging onto the edge, a Kid that’s been wild and free

The length between edge of playing too long and coming Home

I don’t have to say anything [but] the Journey can be a Mountain