Me and my big ideas

Intro: (  ) Me and my big ideas     Won’t wash away your tears No one else seems to mind That I’m not that kind Go get a volunteer We’ll pay him well my dear He will see inside your mind Because he is that kind     It’s a southern kind of heat The shadows crack and start to creep Conversation drags its feet I wish we’d both been more discreet Like light that it caught between night and day You’re stuck between me and my Me and my big ideas Won’t wash away your tears   So many strings to your bow Why not let one go    Well they love you when you’re weak Bet they hate you to see this winning streak It’s that thing we call control There’s a deep frustration in their soul Black thoughts That are stuck between someone’s ears Like me and my big idea               So many strings to your bow        Why not let one go        In a way this dream is over      Blown away our four leaf clover      There’s no reason why   There’s just me and my Me and my big ideas    Won’t wash away your tears   No one else seems to mind That I’m not that kind (   )           Blown away? Blown away