Every step is labored
Every sprint's a jog
But I still say that fortune favors
The three-legged dog
Leaning on one forepaw
Two firm feet behind
Got himself a sense of balance
Most folk never find
Had to fall a few times
When it first was gone
But he got up and he got up and
Man, he's walking on
And he ain't fast
But he ain't frail
And he don't waste his days
Chasing his tail
He's walking on
Barking at the weather
Hopping up to beg
Doesn't spend a moment asking
"Where'd they put my leg?"
All the field critters
That he loves to chase
They outrun him - he don't mind, 'cause
He ain't in a race
And he ain't fast
But he ain't frail
And he don't waste his days
Chasing his tail
He's walking on
We live beyond our losses
We count more than our faults
If you've got three when they've got four
If you've got less when they've got more
If you've got three when they've got four
Everything's a waltz
