Текст песни Bill Mallonee — String Of Days

I was hoping to turn in one good day
'cause you know it's been a while.
Losing streaks take no pity on the meek
and they've got a way of going on for miles

And ghosts of the past? Well, they got nothing on
all these devils of the here & now
And if God has a ledger sheet that He keeps
well, what's the use anyhow?

Things get hard & things get rough
No one here's made of such stern stuff
Stumblin' through the haze
Right on through the string of days

No anodyne; just anesthesia that's all
from hearing your own footsteps down an empty hall
Distillations never filled any wounds
but, you never asked it to conjure what they couldn't do
Pacing incessant or on your knees;
No cessation of hostilities
Your seat is empty at the watering hole
And everyone's asking: "Do you think he'll show?"

I was hoping to turn in one good day
'Cause you know it's been a while.
There's a pulse beneath the things unseen
Hard as stone...and fragile...as butterfly wings