If I sing to the animals, all will forget everything.
Have I tried the impossible? Starving eyes wide open,
Words will flow like oceans out of me.

If I sing as loud as I can, it’s harder to turn away.
As life tries to wear me down, standing straight unbroken,
I’ll try to find a note in all these keys.

If ever life just screams out loud,
Echoed voices start a round.
The poet will finally figure out.

As we travel along this interstate,
It’s hard to hear your heart vibrate,
And the poet will find the words to say.

If my hands are weakening,
Liars won’t believe the things I say.
When life begins listening in, with my defenses open,
You pull the life right out from under me.

If ever life just screams out loud,
Echoed voices start a round.
The poet will finally figure out.

As we travel along this interstate,
It’s hard to hear your heart vibrate,
And the poet will find the words to say.

Talk to me, give me the answers.
Pull me out of this disaster.
My chute is open, but I’m falling faster,
Ground becoming closer, ground.

Life is flashing right before my eyes.
The poet will be inspired, to finish what he’s started.
I’m tired of being tired, I’m tired of being...

If ever life just screams out loud,
Echoed voices start a round.
The poet will finally figure out.

As we travel along this interstate,
It’s hard to hear your heart vibrate,
And the poet will find the words to say.

Waoh-oh, yeah.

Owaoh-oh, owaoh-oh, owaoh-oh-waoh...


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