LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ricky Hart and the Buskers

I am that I am. All that I was. More than I ever will be. High. Clear where I stand. Founded by love. Promised to fight for freedom.

I want I want somewhere to rest my feet up.
I want yeah I want someone to hold my hand.
I want said I want someplace to read my street up.
I want, said I want someone who understands that this mess that I am is the best that I plan to be.

Calm. Sturdy as planned. Fit like a glove. Holding you close for a reason.
Palms? Rest in my hand. Sent from above. Trumpets and harps drums beating.

I want I want I want somewhere to rest my feet up.
I want I want I want yeah I want someone to hold my hand.
I want I want I want said I want someplace to read my street up.
I want, said I want someone who understands that this mess that I am is the best that I plan to be.

I know it’s more than a feeling.
I found my self-control.
I love my golden ceiling.
I know this tragic soul is the mess that I am and the best that I plan to be.
I am that I am. All that I was. More than I ever will be. High. Clear where I stand. Founded by love. Promised to fight for freedom.

I want I want I want somewhere to rest my feet up.
I want I want I want yeah I want someone to hold my hand.
I want I want I want said I want someplace to read my street up.
I want, said I want someone who understands that this mess that I am is the best that I plan to be.