I Don'T Think You Understand
Hivers
3:11I will bear a broom And keep a rope close as I should Are you scared of what I might do Don't let it gnaw you But I plan on leaving soon I was born wrong And I don't know where I belong You'll ask me to talk But you won't listen to what I'm on To what I'm on To what I'm on And I want it to hurt so bad Old dogs with old folks on old roads And still there's lots of love I'll stay and breathe the air of the mountains Ali I wanted it to be you But I couldn't get my heart to cry for you Even if I wanted to I was born wrong And I don't know where I belong You'll ask me to talk But you won't listen to what i'm on To what I'm on To what I'm on