Strand of Oaks - Jm Lyrics

I was an Indiana kid, getting no one in my bedI had your sweet tunes to playI was staring at the map, feeling fire in my headI had your sweet tunes to playI was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myselfI had your sweet tunes to playStealing smokes in my car, with the window way downI had your sweet tunes to playYour sweet tunes to playI was sitting in the bath, cleaning off the ashI had your sweet tunes to playAnd I hated all my friends, and wouldn’t let them inI had your sweet tunes to playOn a long desert train, with a knife in my bagI had your sweet tunes to playUnder the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my handI had your sweet tunes to playYour sweet tunes to playNow it’s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost his wingsI got your sweet tunes to playI’m getting older everyday, still living the same mistakesI got your sweet tunes to playEither get out or stay in, I won’t let these dark times winWe got your sweet tunes to playYour sweet tunes to play