sometimes i stop and wonder why can t i let myself enjoy the space i m in and all the wonderful places i ve been my eyes are on the future i can t think about the past my aspirations always exceed my grasp you ve got to reach a little bit higher when the light within becomes a fire hey hey woa oh you got to grow you ve got to reach a little bit higher to get a hold on all that you desire stretch your soul and you ll never grow old when the habits of a lifetime become a painful cage you want to break out but you don t know how to change you may have a vision or you may have a friend who will come to you and say these same words again
['banjo', 'bluegrass', 'progressive bluegrass']