Sittin' out here on the hood of this truck lookin' up at a caramel colored sunset sky, watchin' airplanes take off and fly.
In My Life.
“When push come’s to shove, you taste what you’re made of. You might bend ‘til you break ‘cause it’s all you can take. On your knees, you look up, decide you’ve had enough. You get mad, you get strong. Wipe your hands, shake it off. Then you Stand”
“When push come’s to shove, you taste what you’re made of. You might bend ‘til you break ‘cause it’s all you can take. On your knees, you look up, decide you’ve had enough. You get mad, you get strong. Wipe your hands, shake it off. Then you Stand”
