I was born in the middle of a field of wheat
Cherokee blood, moccasin feet
I came too soon I was incomplete
They left me in the center of a state line road
dress to wear, a sign to hold
handful of secrets never to be told
Ain’t it funny how when you have to fight
for everything you get you want it more
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for
I grew like a weed and I hid my scar
love came fast but never went far
so I learned to use a man as a getaway car
Ain’t it funny how when you have to fight
for everything you get you want it more
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for
Now I live for the night when I wash in the waves
and I hear the voice of my mother
and she says a thousand pretty words like I have never heard before
and at last I have a place yeah
at last I have a place
Ain’t it funny how when you have to fight
for everything you get you want it more
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for
Ain’t it funny how once you get just a little bit
you want more
and its so poetic that these things I worry bout
kill off the very hope I’m fighting for
written by Shevy Smith
credits
from Ad Astra,
released May 1, 2012
Written by Shevy Smith
Produced and Mixed by Mike Bucher
All instruments by Mike Bucher and Shevy Smith
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