Momma, someday you'll be so proud of me
You'll see me hanging in the New York gallery
Someday i'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain
People are gonna ask, 'is it brilliant or plain?'
But as long as I don't know how to hang a Warhol
I keep sketching birds, that are all like herds
Very simple and true, like, you know, when we do to
And if you like them, yeah
But if you don't, its ot bad
'Cause I really don't care
(repete os acordes do começo)
'Cause it's all I have
Ever since I met her, I keep thinking
'God, how great it is to play a guitar'
This way I feel that she's always with me
'Cause every other song's underneath this tongue
Is about our love