[Ft. Austin Lucas]
Well the rich are getting mighty
And the poor folks stay the same
The middle class just seems to fade away
On every deathbed, no matter what the case
I can't help but wonder what they'd say
Well I coulda been a better man
I coulda been a saint
And maybe held more neighbors along the way
But just as well I did alright
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Show me the light as they say
I don't seem to worry much
I don't seem to mind
Believing everything will work out fine
I'm with the one that I dream of
That helped me down the line
So hold my bed, I'll get there on time
[Austin Lucas:]
Well a hammer never knew a hand less experienced than mine
My voice is the only tool I know
But as I stare into the darkness of that great and terrible sleep
My soul knows not which way it's headed for
I never seem to worry much
I never seem to mind
Believing that I'll never run short on time
The sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I've made
Spare me Lord, I feel that I'm not ready
I never seem to worry much
I never seem to mind
Believing that I'll never run short on time
The sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I've made
Spare me Lord, I feel that I'm not ready
Spare me Lord, I feel that I'm not ready
Spare me Lord, I feel that I'm not ready