One Good Year
It's a New Year's Day,
Just like the day before.
Same old sky of gray,
Same empty bottles on the floor.
Another year gone by,
And I'm thinking, once again,
How can I take this losing hand,
And somehow win?
CHORUS
Give me one good year,
To get my feet back on the ground.
I've been chasing grace,
But grace ain't so easily found.
One bad hand can devil a man,
Chase him and carry him down.
I've got to get out of here -
Give me one good year.
I'm burning oil.
Engine's running rough.
I drive from job to job,
But it's never enough.
Can't find the will
To just up and get away.
Some kind of chain's dragging me down,
To make me stay.
CHORUS
It's a bitter wind,
In your face every day.
It's the little sins
That wear your soul away.
If you start giving in,
Where do the promises all go?
Will your darkest hour
Write a blank check on your soul?
CHORUS
Words and music © 1999 by Slaid Cleaves and Steve Brooks
Frog Records
4905 Gladeview Drive
Austin, TX 78745
1-877-440-7668
steve@stevebrooks.net
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