Leon’s singing on shining.
Nina sprinkles soul while I’m gliding
by my oven, the way she’s been doing it for years.
Scratching through that stereo.
So I sing back, again.
Let you find your freedom.
Was it so bad? What you loved?
Was it worth it? What got left?
Rain washes all away.
On leaves, we’ll drift into brand new days.
What do they say to you?
What do they promise you?
Honestly, I don’t really care.
Calmly carving castles from found fresh air.
Hearts hang from clothes lines in this sunshine
and my head’s in another state.
Don’t be late.
Neon signs are so blinding.
Stevie shatters souls, I’m driving.
In here loving the way she’s been doing it for years.
Scratching through this stereo.
What do they say to you?
Does it help you sleep at night?
Guess I, I don’t really care.
Souls sing about things, like something’s in the air.
They’ve been feeling this way for years
and I’ve always liked how it sounds.
this is your life chuck johnson 