If I Fall, I Fall. I'll Rise

Now That You've Grown Up, You Can Finally Learn To Be A Child, We Made It To The End Of The World, But We'll Never Make It Out Alive...

My Choice Is What I Choose To Do And If I'm Causing No Harm It Shouldn't Bother You. Your Choice Is Who You Choose To Be And If You're Causin' No Harm, Then Your Alright With Me.

Every Single Time I Step Into The Studio, I Say, 'can I Still Do This? Do I Still Have It? Have I Ever Had It?' I Suppose There's A Good Amount Of Self-loathing That Goes Into Any Form Of Artisanship.

My Choice Is What I Choose To Be.

Now I Love To Feel That Warm Southern Rain, Just To Hear It Fall Is The Sweetest Sounding Thing. And To See It Fall On Your Simple Country Dress It's Like Heaven To Me I Must Confess.