Testi:
Brett

You can put a stick in my spokes I can be the body that jokes I can be the laughing star I can be the hokes but I ain't gonna lose you No I ain't gonna

Beyond the rules of religion The cloth of conviction Above all the competition Where fact and fiction meet There's No color lines or casts or classes

You know it's hard to be yourself, free yourself, to see yourself When all around you there are lies just to get you, Spies just to get you, to buy so

Crows ravaging a field of wheat stars jealous of the moon scarecrows know their own defeat envy and the heart that it consumes today i walked without

Dark clouds gather in the afternoon Come together just to cry Seagulls struggling against the wind Falling out of the sky Grandma's gathering aluminum

Where are all my old friends? It's been a long time gone We've been drifting apart for so many years I hope they're still marching on Some are probably

Well I've tasted love so sweet Played around but not for keeps I never been knocked off my feet Till you came along In the room surrounding me Are angels

known They are just echoes of a common hope For a sacred heart Saying 'You are not alone' 'I've always believed in you' (c) 1993 Brett Perkins (KODA) (Thanks to Brett

for the lessons learned Grateful for the times I burned Grateful as I draw each breath Grateful as I face my death I'm grateful (c)2000 Brett Perkins (ASCAP) (Thanks to Brett