I woke up in the misty AM
I got tired so I lay there again
I can’t hear you anymore
I need some calm at the end of the storm
So if I try
How much would it cost to keep?
don't wanna lose my soul
don't wanna lose my sleep
It’s a tricky thing
Sometimes to believe
Life’s not long
Then it’s gone, then it’s gone
So move on
So I talk to father John
On how to be a better man
He said, "Son, I can’t help you anymore
There’s always gonna be a storm"
So if I try
How much would it cost to keep?
don't wanna lose my soul
don't wanna lose my sleep
It’s a tricky thing
Sometimes to believe
Life’s not long
Then it’s gone, then it’s gone
So move on
