Sing Softly

Maybe I overthink things, I'm sure that I do

But with lots of time and quiet, you would, too

We can write all the books and songs we want

But in the end, if we get it all wrong

Could you pick up your head?

Start all over again?

The whole world screams, and I lean in closer

As if they were only whispering

In empty threats and promises offering love

But they never come close

She's not your girl; she's a ghost

Sing softly now, don't speak, my last bet's on the table

See, in my head I'm a king, I've just misplaced the key

I'll wear it when I'm able

But for now I'll just soak it all in

One more round, and all my foes will be my friends

Mama always told me: Son, watch your mouth

I've got nothing nice to say, but the words just keep falling out

The Bible by my bedside isn't going to read itself

I wish it was on my day job, and I was the one at home on a shelf

Don't turn your back on me, don't let me out of your sight

I'm a bad man already, and you're just looking for a fight

If I run a good race, can I just keep the crown?

I'm not the kind of guy to lay it down