Every Saint
Lyrics
There's a funny little creek I'm followin'
Stumblin' on my knees
Down in the tumblin' water
Gonna get clean, gonna get free
I got tired of worryin'
Worryin' myself to death
Down in the tumblin' water
Gonna see if I can catch my breath
Well I'm just a pawnshop archtop
Ain't been strung in years
All I need is a steady hand
To strum me through my fears
Who in the world gonna take you
Inside and lay you down
How you gonna get to heaven
When you won't leave your solid ground
Every saint is an accident a wild shot in the dark
That somehow bent up to the light
Till he found a different mark
And all the winds in the forest
Send their children out to play
Love is a bare branch knockin'
It'll find you home someday
Well, I'm on a crooked highway
No map, no history
I'm gonna keep on wanderin'
'Til I find you next to me
Well, I got lost and broken
Somewhere in the night
Out on the crooked highway
Gonna see if I can find my light
There's a funny little bird outside
Worryin' around my glass
Just like me he's stranger
He wants in but he just can't pass
There's a funny little bird outside
Worryin' around my glass
Just like me he's stranger
He wants in but he just can't pass
Writer(s): JASON SLATTON, RANDALL BRAMBLETT
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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