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Find My Way (S+M Remix)
04:26
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I wish I was the ringleader of my own life
I’m always up to help a friend
But I can’t take my own advice
As if I enjoy this burnt-out light
I get along with the darkness of a long night
I shoot the shit with the moon when it’s bright
And I suppose you’re right
It’s such a sad, sad sight
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
I guess I’m always like the Rebel of the Empire
I’m always up against the whole damn army
Of the nation in my mind
I’m just a lost and lonely knight
And I know when I repaint the walls
I’ll be waiting such a long time
For the first coat of white to dry
Before I paint the story of my life
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
Just as well, I suppose it’s my fault agian
Why the hell should this be any different?
I can tell that I’m just a joke to them
So, what the hell, I guess I’m ready to begin
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
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I wish I was the ringleader of my own life
I’m always up to help a friend
But I can’t take my own advice
As if I enjoy this burnt-out light
I get along with the darkness of a long night
I shoot the shit with the moon when it’s bright
And I suppose you’re right
It’s such a sad, sad sight
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
I guess I’m always like the Rebel of the Empire
I’m always up against the whole damn army
Of the nation in my mind
I’m just a lost and lonely knight
And I know when I repaint the walls
I’ll be waiting such a long time
For the first coat of white to dry
Before I paint the story of my life
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
Just as well, I suppose it’s my fault agian
Why the hell should this be any different?
I can tell that I’m just a joke to them
So, what the hell, I guess I’m ready to begin
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
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I wish I was the ringleader of my own life
I’m always up to help a friend
But I can’t take my own advice
As if I enjoy this burnt-out light
I get along with the darkness of a long night
I shoot the shit with the moon when it’s bright
And I suppose you’re right
It’s such a sad, sad sight
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
I guess I’m always like the Rebel of the Empire
I’m always up against the whole damn army
Of the nation in my mind
I’m just a lost and lonely knight
And I know when I repaint the walls
I’ll be waiting such a long time
For the first coat of white to dry
Before I paint the story of my life
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
Just as well, I suppose it’s my fault agian
Why the hell should this be any different?
I can tell that I’m just a joke to them
So, what the hell, I guess I’m ready to begin
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
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I wish I was the ringleader of my own life
I’m always up to help a friend
But I can’t take my own advice
As if I enjoy this burnt-out light
I get along with the darkness of a long night
I shoot the shit with the moon when it’s bright
And I suppose you’re right
It’s such a sad, sad sight
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
I guess I’m always like the Rebel of the Empire
I’m always up against the whole damn army
Of the nation in my mind
I’m just a lost and lonely knight
And I know when I repaint the walls
I’ll be waiting such a long time
For the first coat of white to dry
Before I paint the story of my life
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
Just as well, I suppose it’s my fault agian
Why the hell should this be any different?
I can tell that I’m just a joke to them
So, what the hell, I guess I’m ready to begin
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
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I wish I was the ringleader of my own life
I’m always up to help a friend
But I can’t take my own advice
As if I enjoy this burnt-out light
I get along with the darkness of a long night
I shoot the shit with the moon when it’s bright
And I suppose you’re right
It’s such a sad, sad sight
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
I guess I’m always like the Rebel of the Empire
I’m always up against the whole damn army
Of the nation in my mind
I’m just a lost and lonely knight
And I know when I repaint the walls
I’ll be waiting such a long time
For the first coat of white to dry
Before I paint the story of my life
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
Just as well, I suppose it’s my fault agian
Why the hell should this be any different?
I can tell that I’m just a joke to them
So, what the hell, I guess I’m ready to begin
I hope one day that I might find my way
I think a little too much
And that’s a problem these days
Acting on ambition is not my forte
Making a decision might take a few days
But I’ll be here to listen
And I swear, I’ll make it OK
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Vince DiGioia Vicenza, Italy
My name is Vince. I've been playing guitar for 13 years and it's my passion. This is my music. I hope you enjoy it.
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