Rolling up the windows of my '96 Buick
So the rain can't get inside of it
I have more dreams than you have posters of your favorite teams
You'll never talk me out of this
It takes more than I've got to hold my tongue
You shot me with a wooden gun
And though the shot won't kill me, it still bruises skin
That you don't believe in what your mouth runs
Get your cannons ready, light the wick
It will take more than an argument
To change my mind, so why keep try-, keep trying?
And you will never talk me out of it
Get your cannons ready, light the wick
It will take more than an argument
To change my mind, so why keep try-, keep trying?
Keep trying, and you will never talk me out of it
