A poor man with a rich man"s habit Is a dead man Like a gun is nothing Until in some ones hand A funeral is party without a corpse And a wedding is two strangers then divorce A need a smaller pen so I can write Because the devil has my idle hands within his sight And I just want to say something true It"s a lie that you love me too A murder is a cold body without police And a bird with no wings is a rat to me If you"re able to go on another day Consider yourself lucky, don"t change A bible is just paper without the words With two ends and no content in the middle verse And no chorus but I thank you for the guitar I wouldn"t have made it this far When I say that I am talking about the years My two daughters And my right hand that wipes the tears Not from god"s hand I let the sunlight shine through All the darkness the ends with you