His Short Quip When Eddie's Bothered - Make Believe

It’s 5:30 a.m. in west Missouri

I’m waiting for the sun in a perfect breeze and highway hum motel parking lot’s

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I’m up and out before the sun and I’m singing like Harry Nilsson

Awake alone in love with my misery

'Cause when trouble comes I say thank you

This is a discipline that works best when forgotten

When trouble comes just say thank you

People it’s all yours, please see it —

It all must be seen to be seen through

Just trust your needs to feed you

So when you’re lying awake

Afraid the sky might crack open and fry

The clouds up like scrambled eggs

Remind yourself

When trouble comes to say thank you