can’t do nothing
in this town
but sing covers,
but i want to be big
like arlo mckinley
this life we create,
aint the life that passes us by,
so we tempt the winds of fate,
to take our riteful place.
so here i stand and play,
like a poet warrior,
with something to say.
about sin, loss, and love
and hard luck
from places that’ve never been.
cant do nothing in this town,
but sing covers,
but i want to be big
like arlo mckinley.
here’s to a spot on the map
you’ve never been to
unless you were maybe just,
passing through.
can’t do nothing in this town
but sing covers,
but i want to be big
like arlo mckinley.