I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heart ache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)

-Uses Similes

What I've got's full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter
You pull them all together
And how, I can't explain
Oh yeah, well well you
You make my dreams come true
Well well you, oh yeah
You make my dreams come true

Girl oh yeah

On a night when bad dreams become a screamer
When they're messin' with a dreamer
I can laugh it in the face

Twist and shout my way out
And wrap yourself around me
'Cause I ain't the way you found me
And I'll never be the same, oh yeah

Well 'cause you
You make my dreams come true, oh yeah
Well well you, ooh ooh
You make my dreams come true, whoa yeah

Well listen to this, oh

-Uses Metaphors

It seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mama if that's movin' up
Then I'm movin' out
I'm movin' out

Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatore's down
On Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac
You oughta know by now
And if he can't drive
With a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders

Southern nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize to anyone who can truly say
That he has found a better way

Southern skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies?
Its precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running through your soul
Like the stories told of old
Old man
He and his dog that walked the old land
Ev'ry flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by
Weeping willows
Would cry for joy
Joy

Feel so good
Feel so good
It's frigth'ning
Wish I could
Stop this world from fighting