Songwriter - Peter McCann, Repairs

Here I sit to write a song

I hope some inspiration comes along

'Cause it would take a lot of things

That you haven’t got to get me out of here

'Cause there’s miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

That I see before me

So roll and roll 'em again

I’ve got to save my soul

And will you take me along

If I make you another song

Of songs to sing

And I hope it brings you closer

To your kind of things

But I can set your free

If you believe in me

But if it’s not to be, then tell me

And I say I don’t agree

Can you see, there’s miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

That I see before me

And if I had to do it again

I think I’d go back to school

And I’d spend my life

With a fireplace and pretty wife

And a two car garage

And a tinsel mirage

Of what I want to be

But you

Can set me free

If you believe in me

But if it’s got to be, then tell me

And I’ll say that I agree

Can you see, there’s miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

There’s miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

Miles and miles

(miles and miles)

There’s miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

Miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

Miles and miles

There’s miles and miles

Of money men and crooked styles

Miles and miles