Hold on tight
Your magic mind will take you high and drop you down
I’ll admit it makes no sense
The stigmas we give our home towns
Cause I like when our house is full of life
And when friends stick around
But go your way I’ll smile today
My muddy feet grow flowers now
You’ve got to make it work to make it work
Oh my heart
That sun’s gonna drop
But she’s' grateful just to be alive
And I exist and spoil it By hugging stories in my mind
But I like when your mouth is full of sunny words
Or kissing mine
But say it, friend, over again
I’m all right!
You’ve got to make it work to make it work