Shinbone

Woke up this morning

My God, I felt happy

What a strange sensation

I've had luck beyond measure but I just can't shake the feeling

I could do something bigger

Work a little harder

Look a little better, run a little longer

Guess what?

I don't know the answers

I was all in down on Tchoupitoulas

You could have warned me, it would have been useless

You ever had a storm talking to you?

Taking chances

You go where you're called

Some people hear it

Taking chances

If you lose it all

Can you love what's left?

From the great to the very small

From the mustard seed to the cannonball

I see how you wrote it, Saul

It's the rapture you're afraid of

Sage and eucalyptus smells like home

Hopping fences on the Shinbone

Overdrawn, they can take it all

I've got to get up

I've got to get out

Quit looking for love when there's none around

I guess I know better now

Taking chances

You go where you're called

Some people hear it

Taking chances

If you lose it all

Can you love what's left?

Taking chances

You go where you're called

Some people hear it

Taking chances

If you lose it all

Can you love what's left?