This right here, I hold in my hand
My sense maker
I'm sure you've got one, one of your own
It's my little blues shaker, yeah
It's over now
Many years, I've waited for this
My whole life, it's taken
To trifle moments, my story loses
Senses my, organize your jumbled mind
I wanted how many of you, experience and
The universe it pulls men in front
Many directions
Sometimes four ways
At once it's nice to finally find
That work with which, something back, maybe taken
You stingy world