Текст песни Shoot for the Moon, Aim for the Heart - Billy Cobb

I have no home
Isn′t that sad?
And the dreams that I've been having, are
The worst I′ve ever had.

Still I long to sleep
I long to dream
I long to see the world again
Through child's eyes.

And as it rains
Falls on me
The thunder speaks my language
Acrylic paintings and orange leaves.

And as I cope
I remain to bleed
I feel so trapped yet blindly
Letting go so forcefully.

It's getting cold
So hard to breathe
The wind that′s in my face
Has reenforced weight upon me.

But I don′t cry
No, I don't weep
Not cause I′m not sad
But it's because I feel so jaded all the time.

I miss my dead dog
And I can′t help
But to think he wasn't ready
When he died
Wrote him a song, about his death
While he was laying on my jeans, and still very alive.

And I′m not the man
I want to be
At least not yet
I'm still trying.

And I'm worshipped as something I′m not
I′m just a man
I'm nothing more than that.

I′m on my destiny trail
I'm sailing through the whitest waters
Desolate jungles of my heart strings, play
The prettiest of songs.

I′m a vampire in a green house
I'm a ghost in a hall of mirrors
I′m a lonely boy, you confine me
Leave me, It's okay.