The smoke filled my lungs The morning poured in clean Sister Whiskey and Father Time Stood to tell my story and held My soul like rock holds vine
Well, here I stand, a bird in hand One foot in sea and one on land And I’m not an honest man
Whoa, whoa, no Oh no, whoa, whoa
Well, I’ve said it before My hands have been holding the door I am heavy of heart, I am not in control Lord, forgive me, I’m bargaining Fervor for stones, singing
Oh, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa
Here I stand Here I stand Here I stand Here I stand
So I beg my drunken heart to travel faster I beg my drunken heart to obey I beg my drunken heart to travel faster Spurring on a horse to catch the train