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Just a song about doing s*** with no guarantee of a happy ending. Recorded in the bathroom of the Comfort Suites next to RDU. Jennifer & I leave for Mexico in 7 hours. Goodnight.
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A boy of 6, a bag of sticks
He just found laying there
He thought he'd try to get up high
Wanted to catch some air
He tied some sheets between the sticks
He planned to make it sail
He climbed the highest hill
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is crazy, but it just might work
I'll be thrilled, but I might hit the dirt
This is crazy, but it just might work
A teenage boy, a brand new toy
A gift from some older folks
Some worn-out skin, the shape he's in
He thought he could make some noise
He tied some strings onto the wood
And it began to sing
Imagined he was king
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is thrilling, I don't have the words
This is crazy, but it just might work
A full-grown man, his life began
When he laid down his sword
He stopped the fight, he made it right
Forgot what there was before
He walked directly to the light
He rolled the stone away
I thought I heard him say
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is thrilling, but I might get hurt
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is crazy, but it just might work
This is crazy, but it just might work
I'll be thrilled, but I might hit the dirt
This is crazy, but it just might work
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