I've come to the end of my day
All the tools are put away
Lock the door with my keys
And walk away from it for today
Throw the guitar over my left shoulder
Pick a string and feel it coming over me
I know that you can feel it too!
Yeah were picking out a little tune
Just between me and you
Boy you better have something to say
It's time to come clean and pray (And be honest)
Be honest when your up there on the stage
Boy you better have something to say
It's time to come clean and pray (And be honest)
And be thankful for your days
But I Wouldn't have it any other way
This Part time fame Till you put it away
Part time
We're all part time
Part time
And i like it that way
And talking to the people that i met
Along way is where I like to be
And tapping to the spirit of the beat
My Morse code for sweet