Из альбома: On Air
Lately I've heard this song, you see,
And it will not let me be
It's a measure or two with a hell of a groove
But a lot of simplicity
It's the kind of a song you want to write for your mom
It's the kind of a song that makes you hum for a while
It's the kind of a song that's kind of stupid and dumb
Just another tarnished diamond for the pile
And here I am, smashing square pegs into round holes
Here I am, weakening the whole
Square pegs, we'll knock all their blocks off this time
With a hell of a melody rhyme,
Always keeping in mind that I'm
As square as they come, well that's fine
I'll spend all my money and time
Spinning wheels on an incline
Staying inside has got me doubting my mind
And doing battle with phantoms again
In the form of some notes,
I think a musical ghost
Is digging dead melodies from my head
I should be out in the sun, I should be having some fun
I should be drinking some beer, I should be reading somewhere
I should be seeing my wife instead of wasting my nights
And from all that I hear I should be getting my hair cut
But here I am, with 53 chords and broken horn lines
But here I am, losing my mind
Square pegs, we'll knock all their blocks off this time
With a hell of a melody rhyme,
Always keeping in mind that I'm
As square as they come, well that's fine
I'll spend all my money and time
Spinning wheels on an incline