[03:19.00]I grew up playing heavy metal
[03:19.00]Screaming at the kids to get their fists in the air
[03:19.00]If it didn’t have a blast beat, I wasn’t bothered
[03:19.00]If it didn’t have a solo then I didn’t care
[03:19.00]But I felt like I was selling myself short
[03:19.00]Like I was following the crowd
[03:19.00]I ditched the band and grabbed an acoustic
[03:19.00]Suddenly playing things that felt so small
[03:19.00]Fighting my urge to make the biggest noises
[03:19.00]Trying to make something beautiful
[03:19.00]But I still felt there was something missing
[03:19.00]Something that I couldn’t put my finger on
[03:19.00]You can’t move forward if you won’t acknowledge
[03:19.00]All the pieces that make the whole
[03:19.00]Now I’m bringing them together to complete the picture
[03:19.00]I’m hanging round the margins, this is where you’ll find me
[03:19.00]I tried my hand at country like the great songwriters
[03:19.00]With three chords and the truth at my side
[03:19.00]But try as I might, it still didn’t feel right
[03:19.00]Despite my best intentions, I was living a lie
[03:19.00]I couldn’t shake this rotten feeling
[03:19.00]Of a square peg forced into a round hole