Baby Basile, Timothy Palmer - Really Cool Intro Lyrics

Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Past the chump change
And the linten bunnies
The desert days
The wind swept landscape
When all you felt
Was the loneliness of a tumble weed
And as dry as the grass
That craned it's spindled neck
Up toward heaven
Begging for one sip of rain
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Reach down and feel
Your marbled hopes
That come alive
As they gently glide
Across the lines of your finger tips
Lines that write a story
Only you can tell
A story as unique
As the names of snow cone flavors
And more unimaginable beautiful
Than the "sup how's it going"
Of a friend that you haven't talked to in a long time
Or more radiant
Than the sparkle smile
That dances across your daughter's eyes
When you mention the words
Donuts and breakfast in the same sentence
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
And navigate the tangled woolen strands
Of lost loves old flames tragic ends
That are served as a reminder
Of where you've been
The path you've trekked thus far
That will eventually lead you home
Into the arms of the only one
Who you've ever really known
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Your crooked ways
All your bruised lungs
And your black eyes
And your glittered heart
That's been torn and taped
And torn and retaped
And torn and taped
And torn and taped so many times

Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Past the chump change
And the linten bunnies
The desert days
The wind swept landscape
When all you felt
Was the loneliness of a tumble weed
And as dry as the grass
That craned it's spindled neck
Up toward heaven
Begging for one sip of rain
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Reach down and feel
Your marbled hopes
That come alive
As they gently glide
Across the lines of your finger tips
Lines that write a story
Only you can tell
A story as unique
As the names of snow cone flavors
And more unimaginable beautiful
Than the "sup how's it going"
Of a friend that you haven't talked to in a long time
Or more radiant
Than the sparkle smile
That dances across your daughter's eyes
When you mention the words
Donuts and breakfast in the same sentence
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
And navigate the tangled woolen strands
Of lost loves old flames tragic ends
That are served as a reminder
Of where you've been
The path you've trekked thus far
That will eventually lead you home
Into the arms of the only one
Who you've ever really known
Dig deep into the pockets of your soul
Your crooked ways
All your bruised lungs
And your black eyes
And your glittered heart
That's been torn and taped
And torn and retaped
And torn and taped
And torn and taped so many times