Nothing At All - Mike Tramp

Look at me I’m a winner

Everything I had I lost

Now I’m sitting counting silver

In a bucket full of rust

Look at me I am flying

But my feet are on the ground

When I make it to the top

I’ll never come back down

When nothing at all

Means nothing at all

Then what does it matter

What do you care

What anyone tells you

Look at me I am dreaming

In a place where all is real

I don’t know if I can tell you

How it looks and how it feels

There doesn’t have to be a rhyme to be a reason

There doesn’t have to be war to be peace

And when it rains it’s not the changing of the seasons

It all means nothing at all