I’ve never alligator wrestled, but I imagined it last night – I was holding on tight to it, trying to keep it’s mouth from opening. It seemed like once you had a hold of it, it would be hard to safely let it go. What are the things in life that hurt us, but we hold onto, for fear they’ll hurt us more?

I thought I’d write this on something other than the guitar today.

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So maybe there’s good news
For the car that’s old and used
Two hundred thousand miles
Or so it seems
But the ole thing’s still got spunk
From its hood back to its trunk
The engine, it still runs
Like a dream

But I’m getting tired
Of running in my place
I was blasted after night
Camping out with the bright halo of the headlights

In an alligator fight
You try to hold its mouth shut tight
You want to hold it close
To keep you safe
So I guess I’ve learned to see
All that malice inside me
It wants to crawl on out
And eat my face

But I’m getting tired
Of running in my place
I was blasted after night
Camping out with the bright halo of the headlights

Everything feels cold
When the heat is on outside
comme ci, comme ça
A poor hurrah
The jaws will open wide
There’s nowhere to hide
No where but right inside

But I’m getting tired
Of running in my place
I was blasted after night
Camping out with the bright halo of the headlights
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