Track 6 t - '68

Over thought.

Undersold.

I have sung every song I know.

If you knew what it means to me

That you came along and didn’t disagree.

I don’t know when I am going to die but

I have done it once and I know that in this life,

Keep your eyes in the clouds,

Keep your feed on the ground and

Dance to the drums of your own song.

Take what you can from this life but

Then make it all count.

Celebrate it.

Sing a song of sixpence.

Don’t flatter yourself,

Don’t make it rich.

Over thought.

Over grown.

Over heart.

Undersold.

What does all of it mean?

Sell a lot of life and some soliloquies?

My heart, must stand.

Pardon me while I move along.

Riches unseen.

Proper compromise and worship.