Cooked Lanes

(альбом: Black Powder Soul - 2021)

Crooked lanes I've been seeing
Crooked roads fade to blurry lines
You can lay me down at the end of 'em
When I've grown too tired to fight

This courthouse looked so different
When we were married and you once wore white
Guess the cold winds of winter
Were bound to blow in time

For you're not the only one going through hell on fire
You're not the only one walking on a bed of coals
You're already surrounded by the gospel of a sinful choir
That god only knows

If it was all straight and narrow
Then the answers you seek might not be clear
There's an angel on your shoulder
And a devil in your ear

Burned all those keepsakes
For my sake and nothing else
We'll meet again one day
But it's a swing for the mission bell

For you're not the only one going through hell on fire
You're not the only one walking on a bed of coals
You're already surrounded by the gospel of a sinful choir
That god only knows

For you're not the only one going through hell on fire
You're not the only one walking on a bed of coals
You're already surrounded by the gospel of a sinful choir
That god only knows

Crooked lanes I've been seeing
Crooked roads fade to blurry lines
You can lay me down at the end of 'em
When I've grown too tired to fight