Here I Stand - The Ballroom Thieves

The smoke filled my lungs

The morning poured in clean

Sister Whiskey and Father Time

Stood to tell my story and held

My soul like rock holds vine

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