second chances

Gregory Alan Isakov

All of my heroes sit up straight
They stare at the ground
They radiate

Me, I m mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up
Lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup
I m some sick hound
Digging for bones
If it weren t for second chances, we d all be alone

My hands they were strangers lost in the night
They re waving around in the dusty light
I m waiting in the wings while the trees undress
Cupping my ear to hear the wind confess
I m a ghost in the garden
Scaring the crows
If it weren t for second chances, we d all be alone

I m running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind
Oh my heart was all black
But I saw something shine
Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine
I could share it with you, if you gave me the time
I m all bloody knuckles, longing for home
If it weren t for second chances, we d all be alone

I m a shot through the dark
I m a black sinkhole
If it weren t for second chances, we d all be alone