Hiss Golden Messenger
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 woulda 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 thе great to the very small
From thе 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 gotta get up, I've gotta 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?