When I’m heavy in thought,
You’re always there to move me,
When I’m not the pick of the litter,
You’ll be there to choose me,
Its something about how
You find a way inside,
With the syringe of love
Through my veins you take a ride,
You plug the chords
To my guitar,
And bring a match
To my dim and darkened star,
You sock it to me,
When I’m barefoot and poor,
When I’m behind in the lead,
You settle the score,
Stick around forever,
Or at least for eternity,
And if God calls me home first,
It’s a no deal situation unless u go with me
