Love, hate, are almost the same

cold water

Standing in the cold cold water
with my guitar in my left hand
because that is all I got left left
of my home, old home

took your motorcycle, your motorcycle
to show you I don't care any more, don't care any more
about the scars you gave me, about the scars you gave me
because I still got my music running through my veins

yes I got the blues, the blues in my heart, in my heart
the rhythm streaming in my blood
but because of you I couldn't make my music, 
because you couldn't let me be me

standing in the cold cold water

with my guitar in my left hand
because that is all I got left left
of my home, old home

letting the wind blowing in the wind, 

in the wind I scream all the things I wanna say, all I want to say

because I leave this war behind, leave this war behind
No you can't controle, you don't controle me any more

Finally, I can let my music flow, flow
like the water in the ocean, like the water in the ocean
taking all the wounds you left behind, away from me

leaving scars behind and I will be fine right now, yes, I will be fine

because,
I am, I am........

standing in the cold cold water
with my guitar in my left hand
because that is all I got left left
of my home, old home


I got my guitar in my hand, in my left hand
waiting for someone to listen to my story, to listen to my story
but till someone does, till someone does
I let the blues and my country boots take controle, let my country boots take control


standing in the cold cold water
with my guitar in my left hand
because that is al I got left left
of my home, old home

standing in the cold cold water
with my guitar in my left hand
because that is al I got left left
of my home, old home