I know I'm young, but its the oldest I've been I'm 23 now, to 24 I'll never see years again so make me ask again, and hold out this old tin cup just reach out for my hands and me up...
got no staying thin and might think that I've been you know that I'd say yes god smiles the hungry, while you laugh...
in this story novel, that I call home up the stairs and down the its just like the page got no rugs upon my floors, but it'll to do for now but I'm only older...
and I worry about MISS MARIA though she'll never even know that I well we lost her 15 ago, but I've been finding her all my life there's something about the way she that moves me there's something about the way she loves that me...
this stale cigarette smoke, still to my shirt, my hair and my you know I ain't making jack, but you know that I'll be back I've got nothing else to I've got nothing to offer this is all got to offer...
and I about MISS ALVA MARIA though she'll never know that I exist well we lost her 15 years ago but been finding her all my life something about the way she looks that moves me there's something about the way she loves moves me there's something about how she loses it all that me you tell me what its like to be remembered?
I know I'm young, but this is the I've ever been I'm 23 now, to 24 never see these years again...