Tekst:
Tim Brantley The Lion Of Truth

Born in 84 in California bounced around and ended up in Georgia inside the lines of an everybodys somebody town met a girl from high school on the weekend

Hey les what happened to your hand i never knew you was a sailor man sinclair had magic in the air but that magic aint there no more oh and nancy took

Did you get a little nervous when you stepped off the plane did you stroll right through like you owned the place did your head float like a butterfly

You sat in the white lines you came in the daytime you glowed in the sunlight like a piece of gold its sad to see days end and lose such a good friend

bare and the grass grew so fast i got lost there my blue heart is dying and theres nothing i can do but damn this heart for lying and not telling the truth