Tom always did it so simply.
Bob always only spoke truth.
John wrote of corn flakes and warm guns.
Tomm, always there, yet aloof.
Paul was a lion.
I am a storm.
He found his courage and I’ll find my warm.
With soul, I’ll move.
Darling, if you’ll give me your blues,
I’ll stay out of your way in everything we do.
No pretending I don’t love you.
No pretending I’ll go running.
Ryan poured all of his heart out.
Simon wrapped words around youth.
Adam was dreaming of horses,
Robert, of stars and rare tunes.
They’re not about me
and they’re not about you.
These songs sang so differently.