Текст The Ballroom Thieves – Here I Stand

The smoke filled my lungs
The morning poured in clean
Sister Whiskey and Father Time
Stood to tell my story and held

Well, here I stand, a bird in hand
One foot in sea and one on land
And I’m not an honest man

Whoa, whoa, no
Oh no, whoa, whoa

Well, I’ve said it before
My hands have been holding the door
I am heavy of heart, I am not in control
Lord, forgive me, I’m bargaining
Fervor for stones, singing

Oh, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Here I stand
Here I stand
Here I stand
Here I stand

So I beg my drunken heart to travel faster
I beg my drunken heart to obey
I beg my drunken heart to travel faster
Spurring on a horse to catch the train