Sons Of The Sea - Where All The Songs Come From

On the wings Of a firefly evening I feel like the only one A lucky son of a gun. Unafraid Of your talents and inklings You are the only one who Has kept my motor runnin, oh You got yourself into this You got yourself into this You’ve got your heart on your sleeve And that’s right where it belongs! You got yourself into this Just swing again if you miss You’ve got your hand in the spokes And that’s right where it belongs Where it belongs…where all the songs come from. On the way If I stumble and bleed a bit Remember half the fun is Just being on the run, ya know. You got yourself into this You got yourself into this You’ve got your heart on your sleeve And that’s right where it belongs! You got yourself into this Just swing again if you miss You’ve got your hand in the spokes And that’s right where it belongs Where it belongs…where all the songs come from. We got ourselves into this We got ourselves into this We’ve got our hearts on our sleeves And that’s right where they belong! We got ourselves into this Ten toes into the abyss! We’ve got our hands in the spokes And that’s right where they belong Where they belong…where all the songs come from.