I love the creeks in the stairs
Cus I can tell when you're there
Sometimes like a ghost in the room
Your presence gives me shivers
Your books line the walls
And all the stories that you told
Are left in trinkets by the mantel
All one of a kind
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Touch of the hand
Voice of reason
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
And many more
I get lost in the sauce
Being me is exhausting
But that's when I forget about you
Didn't sleep you were tossing
Had to deal with your boss
Then come home and still tell me I'm cute
All one of a kind
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Touch of the hand
Voice of reason
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
And many more
And many more
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
Good old soul
That's where I got mine
And many more
