I was always hanging and trying to fit it. Trying to belong to something or be pert of something. I was awkward and weird and a lonely outsider…….. Kinda like today, if ya know what I mean.
Dedicated to all those songwriters who’ve been written off, underestimated and overlooked. It’s for the outlaws, freaks, rebels, mutineers and renegade poets.
A song about a preacher with mixed emotions and conflicting priorities. Hypocrisy is a bitter pill to swallow. Written in a humors fashion but contains a good life lesson.