Wrote this on my bike ride into work. Got guilt tripped by guitarist that all my newer tunes were middle aged, white-bread, laid back mid-tempo affairs with testosterone to match my waning levels. So, I had to write a fierce hard charging anti-ballad (whilefeaturing my undying astonishment at my girl!). Even though I got to play the rhythm guitar on this, I brought in the big guns in Robert Bittle, my fellow X-teen from back in the day, Olly Roberts on bass and Morgan Davis on drums.
I thought I had it all under control
I thought, bless my soul, I can hang, I can hold with the punches
I thought I was already done
'cause I'd had my fun and I needed to run from my hunches
I thought I'd had my day in the sun
Well, my time had come, I was over and done with my crushes
I figured I'd missed my chance
to make an advance on romance and its innocent blushes
You came sauntering into the room and I knew...
I was holding for you
Fish Gotta Swim
Bird Gotta Fly
and I gotta love you