Trying To Impress My Mother With Words

Love Is Like Grass. If You Fall On It, It May Leave A Stain And Some Temporary Pain. But You'll Get Over The Pain, It Will Eventually Stop Hurting. Now Maybe The Stain Ruined Your Favourite Pair Of Jeans, Or Maybe It Was Nothing Special That Was Ruined, But Either Way The Stain Remains There. And With Time, It Will Begin To Fade, But It Will Always Be There, A Permanent Reminder That You, Too, Once Fell.

I'd Like To Think The Best Of Me Was Still Hiding Up In My Sleeve.

Maybe Someday You Can Accuse Somebody Of Being A Poseur By Selling Out And Playing Blues Music, But That's Just Not Going To Happen In My Lifetime.

I'm Singing What I Want To Sing Based On The Emotion Of What That Day Feels Like. That's What Comes Out Of My Mouth And Guitar. That Impacts People. They Know Anything Can Happen.

Every Song I Put On A Record Could Be A Single And I Just Pack My Bags For It... And The Minute It Takes Off, I'm Not Gonna Be Home For A While.