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