Though I preach to the choir
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely
Though I walk on the wire
I'm just holy, holy, holy
Hangin' on to the promise of you
Though I run through the fire
I get colder, colder, colder
I'm not green, I'm not retired
I'm just older, older, older
And I'm just the fray around the promise of you
So many times I thought of hangin' it up
So many shots but they were never enough
And so many nights I thought of hangin' it up
Every note that I write
I get closer, closer, closer
To the end of the night
Then I'm over, over, over
And I lay my head on the promise of you
