Lyrics Life Story - Brendan Hines

Life Story

I didn’t have the money
Or the clothing, or the manners, or the time
To convince her or persuade her
That all her parents gave her
One way or another should be mine
I lived at the bottom, of the hill
And she lived at the top
Moments some carried all the way down
But nothing could make her stop
All those who hid behind your glory
Those fellows you’ll never see
They litter up your life story
And it looking acting and sound like me
In low light, she was uptight
In the sun, she went away
But I misplaced my rulebook
So you can’t judge the way I play
Turn left in to this tree
And then go straight to my head
The saddest part of all
I remember everything she said
All those who hid behind your glory
Those fellows you’ll never see
They litter up your life story
And in looking act and sound, like me