BLACKYARD PHILOSOPHY

Let me sit here and watch this beautiful weather
A good piece of meat sizzling on the grill
An ice-cold beer in my hand
But something's missing
This old guitar
Let me check if it's in tune

There I think now we can begin
Alright then

New world, full of trauma
None of that matters if you're doing fine
But things are so mundane
The world's a true madhouse
And we're here at the mercy of it all

But don't you worry about that
Look at the bright side
You've got a fine house
An ice-cold beer
Meat on the grill
And this old guitar

Nothing from this world goes with you
Everything we create stays behind
But everything we build lives on forever
Sing with me, old friend
The world's so good
It almost makes you sad to think of leaving one day

But don't you worry about that
Look at the bright side
You've got a fine house
An ice-cold beer
Meat on the grill
And this old guitar

Let's laugh, let's cry
Let's live, really live
Something priceless
Celebrate, laugh with friends
With your loved ones
Love fall in love
Once, twice, three times
And it's still not enough

Every new dawn will be worth it
But don't leave for tomorrow what you can do today
Sitting here on this bench
Singing this emotion
I still remember childhood days
So good and pure
One day becomes a prelude to the end
The end of something yet to come

Look at that bird flying solo in the sky
Like the wolf on the plains howling for its mate
I'm here singing this country tune
Still praying to find my place in this big world

But don't you worry about that
Look at the bright side
You've got a fine house
An ice-cold beer
Meat on the grill
And this old guitar

Singing this emotion
Still searching for my place
In this big, beautiful world