Story Behind The Song

Grew out of a guitar hook I was playing around with, around the time a co-worker stabbed me in the back (figuratively). The chorus grew out of the hook, and the rest grew out of the chorus

Song Description

Sassy country-pop-rock (with Byrds-style guitar) about reciprocal loyalty in love and friendship

Lyrics

I know you like you know me.
That?s a taste of pure reality.
The poet said, ?Grow old with me,?
Heaven knows, ? the best is yet to be.?

Then opportunity knocks and you open the locks
And you just can?t find the door
For the curtains in colorful array.
But when you go for the box, are you caught on the rocks
Of uncertainty and more?
Are you worried that you?ve thrown the prize away?



I?m looking for a little loyalty.
Give it here, that?s what you?ll get from me.
Take my part or turn away
It?s my ball, and I?ll decide who?ll play.
Do as I say, not as I do.
Stick by me, and I will stay with you.

Because the gallery?s full of illusion and bull
And it?s filling far too deep.
And the wading gets messier each day.
So if you?re trying to pull your eyes from the wool
And the path becomes too steep,
Just listen to the words I have to say:

I?m looking for a little loyalty.
Give it here, that?s what you?ll get from me

I?m looking for a little loyalty.
Give it here, that?s what you?ll get from me.
Give it here, that?s what you?ll get from me.