Call me a troubadour.
Call me a selfish man.
Call me a grand failure.
Call me the shaking hand.
Let them say what they will,
I will wrestle with mine.
If it's not about skill, if I won't learn with time.
I believe that there is a trembling piece of light waiting just around each corner.
I believe that I might find mine tonight.
Am I getting any warmer?
This is what I've got left.
It's more than I can lose.
I don't think I can rest.
Till there is nothing more to use.
A hole worn right through my chest.
When have I paid my dues?
Things can't always be what your heart says is true.
Things won't always be what your love wants them to.
I believe that there is a trembling piece of light waiting just around each corner.
I believe that I might find mine tonight.
Am I getting any warmer?