No Choice - Edwin Mccain

It was a love so big that it filled his heart

'Til it swelled and finally burst apart

And where the love spilled out they called it art

But he never really had no choice

Oh, he had no choice

No, he never had no choice

When he gave his river a voice

He never really had no choice

He was thinkin' that the pain came much too soon

When he locked himself inside his room

Oh it hurt real bad to write that tune

But he never really had no choice

And there were some who could not understand

When he built those castles with his hands

And he knew damn well they were only sand

But he never really had no choice

Oh, he had no choice

No, he never had no choice

When he gave his river a voice

He never really had no choice

Sometimes a man, sometimes a boy

He made some music and he made some noise

But he felt his pain and he felt his joy

And he never really had no choice

There was a beautiful fire inside of him

As he balanced way out on that limb

Could’a burned right through that branch so thin

But he never really had no choice

Oh

It was a love so big that it filled his heart

‘Til it swelled and finally burst apart

And where the love spilled out they called it art

But he never really had no choice

Oh, he had no choice

No, he never had no choice

When he gave his river a voice

He never really had no choice

Oh, he had no choice

No, he never had no choice

When he gave his river a voice

He never really had no choice

He never really had no choice

He never really had no choice