I made the mistake babe
of reading the last page
of your diary, Amy.

Between the lines 
it cut like a knife
and I can't unread a thing. 

I'm asking you to realize,
a guy isn't just a guy
'cause I can change. 
Can we talk, babe? 

Who ever knew
reality too
was tucked under your pillow?

The cigarette 
that's burning my lips
is the tip of the iceberg, baby.

I'm asking you to recognize,
a lie isn't just a lie.
It's a glimpse of fate.
Can we talk, babe? 

I can get in my car
drive real far
but ever road will lead me nowhere,
when every memory
is calling for me
to just face the fact
I love you, Amy. 

I'm asking you to realize,
a guy isn't just a guy,
'cause I have changed.
Can we talk, babe. 

There's a reason why
I never write
in my diary.

Can we talk? 

Can We Talk?

Early morning.
Here comes rain. 
But I'm a newborn
without any brain.

Can you relate? 
When you see my face
do you understand?
I'm only a man.

Now I've been a walking disaster
and I've pulled some false alarms.
But after all I have my good times.
I can really appreciate your charms.

How can you believe
when you're kissing me
that there's a master plan?
Babe, I'm only a man.

Now I'm always dropping the ball
or passing off to the wrong team.
But no matter I do in this game.
I've always respected all your dreams.

How can you say
when we start to play
that I don't care what you say? 
I'm only a man in this game.

Only a Man

Alive And Well

A Little Joy

Lately I've wondered
why the sound of thunder
makes me want to run.

Away from desktops
Up to the treetops,
way up where I belong.

Count me out.

I wrote a letter 
promised to be better.
I let myself go.

Count me out.

Count Me Out

Our love was true
couldn't forget her if I tried to.
I've tried to,
and cried too.
But I cannot move on.

One day
I'll say,
"Better off this way."

Until then...

Until Then

Another Girl

You never tell me why.
You just show me why not.
You never tell a lie,
until the day you get caught.
The day I read your letter,
I think you made me better
than you.

Maybe I think too much.
Maybe I think too much about it.
Maybe I think too much,
Maybe I think too much about you.

Again and again
until the end. 

I can't tell you what to do. 

Heirloom Heart