Album: Outdoor Elvis
Here's a speck on the canvas
A future projection
A drop in the bucket of tomorrow's successes
If I have the faith and know-how
I might watch the ship come in
My full potential
Successful men can tell at a glance if a man were born to lose
No one here has given me a chance
'Cept you, Lord
'Cept you
Fed on the air of my fantasies
They say I'm wasting away
A star-struck lover due for tragedy
Not true, baby
Not true
I will arrive
I realize my full potential, baby