At night i have dreams of how it will be
People look the same and say what they mean
*whistling*
In the back of my mind i know nothing will change
Wish that kept me from going but i go on the same
*whistling*
Oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?
It's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps
*clears throat*
Well i'd rather be poor failed and undone
Than to live for the words of golden tongues
*whistling*
Oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?
It's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps