Well the rich are getting mighty And the poor folks stay the same As the middle class just seems to fade away And on every death bed, no matter what the case I can’t help to wonder what they’d say
“I could’ve been a better man. I could’ve been a saint. Or maybe Helped more neighbors along the way.” Or just as well, “I did alright in most moves that I made. Now show me the light as they say.”
Well I don’t seem to worry much. No I don’t seem to mind, Believing everything will work out fine. I’m with the one that I dream to help me down the line. So hold my bed, I’ll get there on time.
Well a hammer never knew a hand less experienced than mine My voice is the only tool I know And as I stare into the darkness of that great eternal sleep My soul knows not which way it’s headed for
No I don’t seem to worry much no I don’t seem to mind Believing that I’ll never run short on time The sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I made So spare me Lord I feel that I’m not ready.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
