My soul's bottle of booze;
Gets me higher than a gram of crack
And happier than pay day
Puts my mind on mountains high,
And let's me sing praises to the Good Lord on High;
Lets me roar with air underneath my wings
With the wind flowing through my golden mane;
With arms lifted high like a football fan...
And yells as loud as an airplanes roar;
Music gives me happiness all the time
And overwhelmed and satisfied my soul-
Overflows my cup onto the table
And gives me a way to tell a story without words.
Music is my happiness, soul, and safe house.