You Don't Know What I Mean (guitar and drums)

I just a second ago woke up
You could never sleep enough
My guilty conscience interrupts
As I’m packing all my stuff

I’ve heard Barcelona’s nice
Through a similar man’s advice
I couldn’t leave you out of spite
On that transatlantic flight

Hey, has your family heard the news?
Now you have to face the truth
They’ve tried to take away my youth
With control freak-like abuse


WoahJoe!