Me And My Big Ideas

Won't Wash Away Your Tears

No One Else Seems To Mind

That I'm Not That Kind



Go Get A Volunteer

We'll Pay Him Well My Dear

He Will See Inside Your Mind

Because He Is That Kind



It's A Southern Kind Of Heat

The Shadows Crack And Start To Creep

Conversation Drag Its Feet

I Wish We'd Both Been More Discret

Like Light That It Caught Between Night And Day

You're Stuck Between Me And My



Me And My Big Ideas

Won't Wash Away Your Tears

No One Else Seems To Mind

That I'm Not That Kind



Well They Love You When You're Weak

Bet They Hate You To See This Winning Streak

It's That Thing We Call Control

There's A Deep Frustration

Black Thoughts

That Are Stuck Between Someone's Ears

Like Me And My Big Idea



So Many Strings To Your Bow

Why Not Let One Go



In A Way This Dream Is Over

Blown Away Our Four Leaf Clover



There's No Reason Why

There's Just Me And My



Me And My Big Ideas

Won't Wash Away Your Tears

No One Else Seems To Mind

That I'm Not That Kind