Lyrics
4. She Might Have Been a Muse
I been livin’ like there’s no tomorrow, just breathin’ out and breathin’ in
Headin’ for the end of the pavement, where the old dirt road begins
I run through what’s been dealt me, and I’m borrowin’ what I can’t steal
I got everything I own in the back of my car, but it ain’t nothin’ I can
feel
I got a suitcase full of trouble I been haulin’ round for years
I got a mason jar wrapped up tight filled with Hallmark tears
I been buildin’ bodies from stolen bones and sellin’ ‘em like they was new
I got out of there by the skin of my teeth, it was the best thing that I
could do
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Blues man on the stereo’s got trouble on his mind
And he says, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind
I been watchin’ as the brown hills rub up against the sky
I been worryin’ about the friction between a fiction and a lie
I been cleanin’ out my pockets, sortin’ keys and coins and string
I been tryin’ to stay on my side of the road no matter what tomorrow brings
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I’m watchin’ every penny, I got Lincoln on my mind
And he says, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind
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Well, I thought I might have lost it once, but I’d just been confused
Guilty of holdin’ on too tight, afraid of what I might lose
But as the sand slips through my fingertips and there’s little left to hold
She says, you gotta stand up out there, though it’s cruel and bitter cold
Well, she might have been a vapor, or she might have been a muse
She could have took me for everything I had and left me old and used
But something seemed to resonate and ring out loud and true
So I threw myself at the mercy of her touch, it was all that I could do
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And when I stumble if I feel I’m in a bind
She says, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind
She said, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind