Cannons

Rolling up the windows of my '96

Buick so the rain can't get inside of it

I have more dreams than you have posters of your favorite teams

You'll never talk me out of this

It takes more than I got to hold my tongue

You shot me with a wooden gun

And though the shot won't kill me it still bruises skin

that you don't believe in what your mouth runs

[01:55.55]Get your cannons ready, light the wick

[02:01.62]It will take more than an argument to

[02:08.23]change my mind So why keep trying?

[02:14.84]and you will never talk me out of it