sometimes theres so much to say

that you dont know where to begin

and youre there with the person youve spent more time with than anyone

and youre in a fancy car and it has a good stereo

and normally you can tell a story or two

but you could tell about 22 million because this is the place where it all began

and you want to go in, and the door is open, and you look nice enough

and you want to go in your elementary school, and the gym door is open

and you wanna say hi to the marching band’s drum line thats practicing in the parking lot

(which you do and they smile)

and then the sky parts and the thunder and lightening appears

and minutes later the rain dumps like mad

but still most of your stories just stay in your head because theyre yours and yours alone

and everyone else would be bored outta their minds, so you keep most of them to yourself.

and everybody wins.