Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar And sing a song of far away lands, ego and façade I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar
Now you know and so do I that nothing's really real It's all a game, a light charade of hiding all you feel You needn't know the meaning cause the reasons all are lost And now you know and so do I that nothing's really real
There is a power that we all know A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show, yeah, yeah yeah
There is a power that we all know A goodness in us all and a side we seldom show yeah, yeah yeah
Every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar And sing a song of far away lands, ego and façade I often feel like sailing but I always miss the boat And every time I feel this way I pick up my guitar yeah, yeah yeah
Compositor: Emitt L Rhodes (Rhodes Emitt) (ASCAP)Editor: Emitt R Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #1535809 em 10/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM