Howard - Peanut Butter Sunday

Mr. Hughes, how are you? I know it's been a while But I've been dying, trying to capture A billion smiles People like us, we are Always misunderstood Though there's ups and downs the bad outshines the good Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree People say we're done for We're liabilities But I brought property on the thin line between genius and insanity You wrote the books on brains and wealth, and looks Ahead of both our times Free thinkers only thrive in history books Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree Howard, my dear Was it films and planes that made you this way? Howard, my dear They spoke and we're jokes Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree

How would you know? When everything around you's changing like the weather A big black storm And where'd you turn to? Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you let me know? 'Cause I don't want to To trouble your mind with the childish design of how it all should go But I love you so When it all comes clear, when the wind is settled, I'll be here, you know 'Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers The sand upon that place Darling I'll grow weary, happy still With just the memory of your face Gracious goes the ghost of you And I will never forget the plans and the Silhouettes you drew here and Gracious goes the ghost of you My dear How would you know? When everything around you's bruised and battered Like the cold night storm. And where would you turn to? Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you tell me so? 'Cause I, I adore you so When it all comes clear, the wind is settled, I'll be here, you know. Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers The sand upon that place Darling I'll grow weary, happy still With just the memory of your face Gracious goes the ghost of you And I will never forget the plans and the Silhouettes you drew here and Gracious goes the ghost of you My dear Gracious goes the ghost of you And I will never forget the plans and the Silhouettes you drew here and Gracious goes the ghost of you My dear

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