This rain might wash me away. But the sun might burn my face. This corner chews me up, spits me out. Picks me up, tears me down. . I don't count my sins.
Count my blessings same way I count the stars. I look up and wonder how many there are. Just like everything gets lost between the lines. You read the book and put it down.
Gotta be a better way, somewhere out there. Gotta be something else. Grandpa would stare out into thin air. Just trying to figure it out. . The porch light flickers, moths and mosquitoes.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . This little light of mine. I'm gonna let it shine. Out on the street, in the rain, in the heat. When Ray plays his harp in the key of red wine.
Pulled into town about a quarter to three. Singing songs from Spain at the top of my lungs. She said, "Hey, baby", when she saw it was me. I was looking for her, she was looking for fun.
Drunk on your tears. My world is spinning 'round. Can't put my foot down. . Numb, but I'm here. 'Cause the creaking in your bones. Is how I find my way home.