These days every things slips through my fingers
Slides of my palm as I linger
She cuts the meat from the bones
She sees the gold from the stones
These days everything I make is a mess
Try to think big but I come up with less
I can cut the meat from the bones
I can see the gold from the stones
I am just a beat of a drum
A love for a second
And then I am gone
I am just a single chord strung
A love for a second
And then I am gone
