Monthly Archive for December, 2007

I may be young, sup­pose to know what I want / Peo­ple keep push­ing but I know things will come / So what if I don’t have a col­lege degree / None of that mat­ters to me / None of that mat­ters to me / Take away these clothes they don’t mean much to me / Take away these words don’t need to speak to me / After all that’s said and done / These things don’t mean much to me / Five years from now who knows where I’ll be / I may be trav­el­ling the world see­ing places unseen / Won’t have much to my name, no money or fame / But none of that mat­ters to me / No none of that mat­ters to me / Take away these clothes they don’t mean much to me / Take away these words don’t need to speak to me / After all that’s said and done / These things don’t mean much to me / Take away these clothes they don’t mean much to me / Take away these words don’t need to speak to me / After all that’s said and done / These things don’t mean much to me / Take away these clothes they don’t mean much to me / Take away these words don’t need to speak to me / After all that’s said and done / These things don’t mean much to me / Take away these clothes they don’t mean much to me / Take away these words don’t need to speak to me / After all that’s said and done / These things don’t mean much to me.

I wrote this song with an old friend Cameron Driessen. (You may remem­ber him from the song “Dirty Ways” that we wrote together.) After his stint in Amer­ica doing his record­ing, he took a lit­tle hia­tus back to Aus­tralia and we reunited to write a few new tracks.

This song is about strip­ping away every­thing so that you stand there naked for the other per­son so they see your soul. Noth­ing more, noth­ing less.

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