| I walked thru the door and took a seat | |
| Listening to words | |
| That seem to bounce right off my chest | |
| Like I heard it all before | |
| Teach an old dog the same old trick | |
| Tide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering | |
| I ate the crumbs and | |
| I spilled the wine | |
| The thought that counts | |
| Burning candles shining in the light | |
| ShiningTide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering | |
| Tide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering | |
| I walked thru the door and took a seat | |
| Listening to the words | |
| That seem to bounce right off my chest | |
| Like I heard it all before | |
| Teach an old dog the same old trick | |
| Tide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering | |
| Tide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering | |
| Tide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering | |
| Tide underside my pillow | |
| Willow thundering |