People will always be critical, they’ll make the personal political, they’ll try to knock you off your pedestal, your pinnacle, let other people be cynical, let it go
And a million years ago she said to me ‘this one’s mine’…so I stood by, do you know why? I love my sister more than anything in this life, I will choose her happiness over mine everytime
You don’t have to bring a gun to a knife fight
We bleed and fight for you; sometimes it seems that’s all we do
My last thought is of Eliza; maybe I can get back home before she opens her eyes. They put us through our paces, we count to ten, God, I can’t wait to see her again
But upstate you’re the rascal who trades away the capital- the asshole who taxes the a-a-alcohol