4. Child Of The Intellect   (3:32)

Ain’t no rest for the willing
Even when the day is done
Ain’t no time for loving darling
When I’m all alone

You can reach out to me baby
If the bottle makes you bleed

Chorus:
Ain’t no child of the intellect and I
Build my walls up with stones
Got no fuel to feed your fire within
I can barely feed my own

And I think that I’ve found
This great way to live
And I do believe that I take
Much less than I give

You can reach out to me baby
If the bottle makes you bleed

(Chorus)

And now I don’t know where to go
Or who to take
Are the choices needed for tomorrow
The ones I make today?

You can reach out to me baby
If the bottle makes you bleed

(Chorus)

Ain’t no child of the intellect and I
Build my walls up with stones
Got no fuel to feed your fire within
No I can barely feed my
Barely feed my
Barely feed my
Own yeah yeah
Oh yeah Oh no no no yeah

Vocals and Acoustic Guitar: Rana
Lead Guitar: Geoffrey Morris
Bass: Mark Pucci
Drums: Rikki Bates