Maybe

Текст песни Michael Shynes - Maybe

I took a stroll on Bourbon Street
I was searching for a new sound
It might as well have been Graceland
With the spirits that were walking around

What if I have been wrong this whole time
And there's nothing left to fear
And I have wasted all of these years?

My sister, on trombone
Makes me really, really, really wanna let it go
My brother, on the sax
Makes me really, really, really wanna let it pass
My father, in the sky
Makes me really, really, really wanna let it fly
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying

It's got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine
That all the pieces of darkness are just echoes in my mind

Echoes in my mind
Echoes in my mind
Echoes in my mind

You gotta write some poetry
Even if no one ever finds out
You gotta taste a little dirt
That just means that you are working it out

My sister, on trombone
Makes me really, really, really wanna let it go
My brother, on the sax
Makes me really, really, really wanna let it pass
My father, in the sky
Makes me really, really, really wanna let it fly
I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying

It's got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine
That all the pieces of darkness are just echoes in my mind

Echoes in my mind
Echoes in my mind
Echoes in my mind

It's got me thinking that maybe
Everything will turn out fine
These are echoes in my mind
That all the pieces of darkness
They were never on my side
To the echoes in my mind
Good bye