LYRICS
Do you find it funny
What comes to mind
When there’s no memory
There to find
On the tip-of-the-tongue
Reaching for the highest wrung
When the days are sunny
And the load is light
Forget money
While dreams are in sight
On the tip-of-the-tongue
Reaching for the highest wrung
Free to think
Of something new
Turns to memory
Now you knew
On the tip-of-the-tongue
Reaching for the highest wrung
DR0000_9603-What-Comes-to-Mind.mp3
Chords: E G / D A E
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar
Written and recorded live to a digital 1-track