It´s easy to believe some people don´t care.
Believe a gift is to be given but never shared.
When your clothes are stripped you got what you got.
When you drive your car to heaven there ain´t no parking lot.
Another builded up, another undone.
Like every day dawn becomes another setting sun.

I still believe you came to see.
Bet you thought I´d comprehend.
You wish for me, you wish to be.
But I´m a hero who can´t pretend.
I should have riches after all that I´ve been through.
Should have some peace of mind,
I should shave somebody new.
A silver locket or a painting just for you.
But all I got´s a big old bag of tales.

I tell the stories, I write by my hand.
The things I´ve felt another could never understand.
Better to have lived and loved than never because.

It´s not the things it could have been, it´s that that never was.
I should have riches after all that I´ve been through.
Should have some peace of mind,
I should have somebody new.
A silver locket or a painting just for you.
But all I got´s a big old bag of tales.