this is the year of making do with what's right in front of you, within your grasp and I no longer have the audacity to ask for things I don't think I deserve ‘cause I've already exhausted my reserve of miracles and gifts, surely they've run out and I don't want to press my luck I'm just looking for some rain after a long drought
and it's a hard truth to face the modern world's not interested much these days in beauty or grace cause balance sheets and bottom lines have taken their place
and I'm impressed with everyone who somehow manages to press on ‘cause I have emptied every sleeve I have, but never found the ace and now my tricks are almost gone
and it's a hard truth to face the modern world's not interested much these days in beauty or grace cause balance sheets and bottom lines have taken their place
and I don't need a golden calf I'd just like to afford to keep doing what I love and I'm long past needing recognition or a sign from above
at least I can finally say I don't think much about the past these days the now's enough to handle on its own ‘cause it takes all day everyday to keep rolling up that stone
and it's a hard truth to face the modern world's not interested much these days in beauty or grace cause balance sheets and bottom lines have taken their placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.