Where All The Songs Come From

On the wings
Of a firefly evening
I feel like the only one
A lucky son of a gun
Unafraid
Of your talents and inklings
You are the only one who
Has kept my motor runnin, oh

You got yourself into this
You got yourself into this
You’ve got your heart on your sleeve
And that’s right where it belongs!
You got yourself into this
Just swing again if you miss
You’ve got your hand in the spokes
And that’s right where it belongs
Where it belongs, where all the songs come from

On the way
If I stumble and bleed a bit
Remember half the fun is
Just being on the run, ya know

You got yourself into this
You got yourself into this
You’ve got your heart on your sleeve
And that’s right where it belongs!
You got yourself into this
Just swing again if you miss
You’ve got your hand in the spokes
And that’s right where it belongs
Where it belongs, where all the songs come from

We got ourselves into this
We got ourselves into this
We’ve got our hearts on our sleeves
And that’s right where they belong!
We got ourselves into this
Ten toes into the abyss!
We’ve got our hands in the spokes
And that’s right where they belong
Where they belong, where all the songs come from