When Tom Petty died, I was really shocked. You know the icons who made the music that shaped you are getting older, but this was different, it felt like it came out of no where. The world losing Tom coupled the pain of the tragedy in Vegas was overwhelming. I still can't believe it's real. I wrote this song that week.
In america it seems it’s a shit show everyday
It’s harder to justify my words
Oh my little problems buried in my little mind
Trying to find meaning in my life
Natural disasters are coming even faster than we thought we would ever see
But you and your guitar
Made america feel small in a way we haven’t felt since ‘70
Oh my
What will we be without your song
Alright
Runnin’ down a dream out in the sun
What will we be without your song
What will we be without your song
February shakes, 2008
Watching the super bowl down south
A boy of 5 years looks up at his father
daddy who is that man
He said son you listen close
He writes american songs
The kind that you wanna take back home
He put him on his lap
Singing “I won’t back down”
Drinking memories through his eyes
Oh my
What will we be without your song
Alright
Singing “refugee” out in the sun
What will we be without your song
What will we be without your song
2017
Memories and dreams
Got things that I don’t need but can’t admit
Worrying about my songs
My body and my wallet
I feel like a selfish piece of shit
And now Tom Petty died
And too many mother closed the eyes of sons they sent off to watch a concert
I say what kind of america is this
still I think of women and success
Is that human or just the way it is?
Oh my
What will I be without your song
Alright
Runnin’ down a dream out in the sun
Oh my
What will I be without your song
Alright
Singing “refugee” out in the sun
What will I be without your song
What will I be without your song