Postcards, pepper mill and flying cars
Woody Allen, steel guitar
Spaceship aiming at the stars
I'll make those words go along
Whip out your favorite song
And I could play like this
I'll be playing like this
Oh I don't think you should cry
Over those who aimed right
At your keen sense of pride
Words seem to matter at first
But some day you will burst
Into laughter yes I know you will
How I wish I knew
How to successfully suppress excess stress
When this world feels so cruel
You know the bold one is standing in the beam of light
They're often mean and they mean it out of spite
What can you do against a man who always picks a fight
From afar
Rodeo, bumpy road high and low
Process server at your door
I've been kind but now I'm sore
Like Leo chasing the ball
Gets kicked but don't ever fall
Don't let it get to you like this
Let me sing it like this
Oh I don't think you should cry
Over those who aimed right
At your keen sense of pride
Words will matter if you choose
So go on and let loose
You'll be better yes I know you will
How I wish I knew
How to successfully suppress excess stress
When this world feels so cruel
You know the bold one is standing in the beam of light
They're often mean and they mean it out of spite
What can you do against a man who always picks a fight
From afar
Oh I don't think you should cry
Over those who aimed right
At your keen sense of pride
Words will matter if you choose
So go on and let loose
You'll be better yes I know you will