with John Keane on pedal steel and acoustic guitar
Transcribed by: Alex Moura
Nothing I heard was worth repeatin'
But I wouldn't put it down
Nothing I saw was worth believin'
No saviors hanging 'round
And was it you with all that know-how
Just given what-for
Read the words but your story
Just doesn't get told
Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for me
And when you get your bird a-flyin'
And your soul's left the ground
Something seems to be getting' closer
What you've left is what you've found
And was it you with all that know-how
Just given what-for
Read the words but your story
Just doesn't get told
Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for me
Nothing I heard was worth repeatin'
But I wouldn't put it down
Nothing I saw was worth believin'
No saviors hanging 'round
And was it you with all that know-how
Just given what-for
Read the words but your story
Just doesn't get told
Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for me
Something here doesn't seem like it did yesterday
I know it's just me
The prize for the cynic comes due today
And I know it's for me