Matchbox

Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go I'm an ol' poor boy...

I trip on matches I stumble blind I practice hat tricks But they aren't mine But they're good I want some magic Some colored time It seems so tragic My sorrows rhyme Is that good? You love another...