Cherie and I got married
In my bass player's old back yard
My Mom and Dad tried
But they took my moving hard
We still didn't have much money
And soon kids were on the way
But more and more
I would go to church and pray
Like an opening door
Like a breeze through a window
Prying me apart
Like an opening door
Like a breeze through a window
Something started moving in my heart
The band started doing better
Back in 1998
I started to think
Well maybe it's not too late
That big round ball of death inside
Something that I'd always had
I woke up one day
And realized I wasn't sad anymore
In my bass player's old back yard
My Mom and Dad tried
But they took my moving hard
We still didn't have much money
And soon kids were on the way
But more and more
I would go to church and pray
Like an opening door
Like a breeze through a window
Prying me apart
Like an opening door
Like a breeze through a window
Something started moving in my heart
The band started doing better
Back in 1998
I started to think
Well maybe it's not too late
That big round ball of death inside
Something that I'd always had
I woke up one day
And realized I wasn't sad anymore
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