Only me, myself and I in my insulation At night insomniac, me my guitar and desperation Coffees are wine… wine and coffee Am I asleep or awake, sober or stoned? Trapped between my guitar and my bottle made my mold Chocked with a scream There goes my dream As I wondered who am I Falling into frustration It’s me who has it all in my hands and I let go It’s me who ran the hills of heaven with joy and I didn’t know And now I know Now I know Only me, myself and I in my insulation In a bar full of people as I play my guitar with exhilaration Then there she was At the door Chocked with words I couldn’t sing As she said hi And her voice rang In my ears I can’t rely on my hallucination It’s me who has it all in my hands and I let go of it It’s me who ran the hills of heaven with laughter and I didn’t recognize it Now I know… it was you… It was you