JM - Strand of Oaks

I was an Indiana kid, getting no one in my bed

I had your sweet tunes to play

I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head

I had your sweet tunes to play

I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself

I had your sweet tunes to play

Stealing smokes in my car, with the window way down

I had your sweet tunes to play

Your sweet tunes to play

I was sitting in the bath, cleaning off the ash

I had your sweet tunes to play

And I hated all my friends, and wouldn’t let them in

I had your sweet tunes to play

On a long desert train, with a knife in my bag

I had your sweet tunes to play

Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand

I had your sweet tunes to play

Your sweet tunes to play

Now it’s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost his wings

I got your sweet tunes to play

I’m getting older everyday, still living the same mistakes

I got your sweet tunes to play

Either get out or stay in, I won’t let these dark times win

We got your sweet tunes to play

Your sweet tunes to play