Letras:
Mullins Shawn The First Ten Years

Still don't know what I was waiting for And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste

Joshua was an old man His beard like mountain snow And when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions I'd sneak off to old sharptop With my guitar I would go

On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from my childhood It was taken in the desert early light I look a lot like a leprechaun With a Mexican

Your show is over, don't you know it It's time to take a bow Where you gonna run to now? Now in 5 more years she'll be 23 In a lot of ways she's just