From The Heart

It's hard to remember yesterday, it's even harder to unwind

With oh so many games to play and no chains upon my mind

Now I'm living in the aftermath of the man I've come to be

I've acquired wealth and mental health, but somehow I'm not free

There was salvation in the music back when I was twenty-three

But I'm still writing from the heart

Though none of those songs ever lasted long or broke the record charts

I'm still spitting out my soul

For princes and kings with their diamond rings who can't find a worthy goal

I'd rather be clever, trite, and smart

But I'm still writing from the heart