Signals Midwest Steve Gibson Vs. Billy Mays
It’s in my soul
In the way the air smells after it rains
It’s so cold in Ohio’s winter but we’ll make it.
Things seem so simple
In an altered state of consciousness
There is a force here and we can’t see it but it surrounds us.
And I’m feeling like I might be better off without you.
Like I finally know which way that I should go
And sometimes I think I missed my chance
But when my friends come home they wonder why they ever left.