Well I'll never be happy working nine to five.
I don't need the nicest things to live my life.
But the bills coming in and the wife on the way.
I got no job and this guitar won't pay me quite enough.
I'm looking for ravens like Eliza did.
But the skies as empty as my pockets.
It's getting harder to trust you, but you're the only one that can pull me through.
It would be simpler being only bound by six slim strings round wound.
But I wouldn't change my life for the world, because I'm in love with that girl.
Jesus give me strength, give me diligence.
Because I've almost quit before I began.
It's getting harder to trust you, but you're the only one that can pull me through.