a bird in the hand ain’t spit to me
you give me one i must need three
enchanted by insanity
my dirty glass is empty
can’t find the dime i used to keep
and now i find i’m losing sleep
but in the morning all i need
is four bucks for my coffee
lost my religion years ago
to a song i used to know
but i don’t need a god to tell me
that the mountain must give way
to the river in its day
even roughest rock can shine
so i tumble, tumble, tumble
i’m lost among the muck of men
so i’m changing up my meds again
i’m nothing if i lose my pain
all the colors look the same
i’ve buried all the evidence
i’m sure i paid my penitence
so now it’s simple common sense
to pass along the blame
lost my religion years ago
to a song i used to know
but i still want god to show me
that the mountain can give way
to the river in its day
even roughest rock can shine
so i tumble, tumble, tumble
