(This one is the only song left-over from the 1170 sessions. I wrote it for a friend who I hospitaled with on many occasions over the years. She was prepped and taken into pre-op to receive a new heart seven times before it actually happened. Of course, that was after the 1170 album came out, so I’m comfortable sharing it now. It’s based on the dozen or so conversations we had in the halls about the waiting, God, fate, and how we just wanted things to go back to normal.)
Lyrics
Take it easy sister, it's not your first go round
Blame it on divine intervention, but we both know it just sounds
Like lame excuses....to cover up the cuts and bruises
There's some believe, it's a rich man's game
Curse the sky and what's beyond it, curse your own name
You can't escape it, some of us are just made for breaking
Not the first, you're not the last
If it crumbles or falls in our lap
Stand in the rain, stand in the sun
But trouble finds everyone, trouble finds everyone
(Everybody raise your hands up and) Praise the lord when things go good
Devil may take the bad
I’m up here walking the tightrope, clutching hope in both my hands
But don't look down, (pssstt….) I only believe in the ground
I only know if we wait 'till it lands, to lay the blame and wring our hands
Or let ‘em tell us that one day we’ll all understand - we've already been had
'Cause you and I can't suss it out, I know one thing without a doubt
Laugh or cry there still so much to dream about, it will or it won’t work out