Long Story They said we could have flying cars When I was a kid said shoot for the stars Lying but I tried it out to see Trying to fly as time happened to me Observing what happens to be From inside out that comes from outside in Not flying yet but still trying to When not too depressed to progress I do German Lutheran stubbornness Is serving me well as I follow through With the work in progress I have been I shot for and got my star though falling At least a tattoo anyway Finally found myself and my calling Here in a Hi-Desert hideaway Maybe not lying they were trying too I gave up waiting for the car But what I shot for and got was a star That now I think of it may be me Better than ever and nevertheless Here I am however I guess For now or never and never mind then Long story along toward where it ends Yes I am a mess but I have friends Steven Curtis Lance