Pat Green - Poetry Lyrics
Some things I've done make my conscience burnMy very spine shudder and squirmI only hope that I've learned from my sinI heard a voice when I was thirteenGot baptized - washed up cleanBut the world has a way, if you know what I meanTo scuff you up again and againI can't explain a blessed thingNot a falling star, or a feathered wingOr how a man in chains has the strength to singJust one thing is clear to methere's always more than what appears to beAnd when the light's just rightI swear I see-- man its poetryNow, somebody made every natural thingFrom the soul, inside out to saturn's ringsHow my baby smiles and how Ray Charles singsOf course we were createdThe clouds make rain, the ocean makes sandThe earth breathes fire, and lava makes landNow that took a mighty handAnd a wild imaginationI can't explain a blessed thingNot a falling star, or a feathered wingOr how a man in chains has the strength to singJust one thing is clear to methere's always more than what appears to beAnd when the light's just rightI swear I see-- man its poetryThe dreams I dreamed came back ten-foldThe friends I have, the woman I holdI look down and I'm on streets of goldAfter all the mud along the wayAnd sometimes the big old mysteryJust leans right in on meAnd says that I'm home and I am freeAnd I'll take that any dayI can't explain a blessed thingNot a falling star, or a feathered wingOr how a man in chains has the strength to singJust one thing is clear to methere's always more than what appears to beAnd when the light's just rightI swear I see-- man its poetry
