Secrets from Twenty Three by Keith Jolie

I’ve had secrets all my life
Some of them wrong
And some of them right
What about you

Will I laugh or will I weep
will I stumble or will I leap
what will I do?
what will I do?

I caught a standby ticket
to the farthest place away
Asked around and tracked you down
I had something left to say
And words don’t often fail me
Except when I’m with you
When my head is in another place
And my body’s next to you

Driving in the night-time
It gives me space to think
When there’s no wine and only time
And I’m trying not to sink
Further into where I know
I shouldn’t go with you
So I pull into at a rest-stop
Instead of driving through

Why is it so hard to pull this line?
Why is it so hard to pull this line?
Why is it so hard to pull
Why is it so hard to pull
Why is it so blessed hard
to pull this thorny line?

Somehow I get this feeling
that things will turn out right
So I turn down the radio
And fumble for the light
My eyes are weighed down heavy
And my voice is sounding frail
But I still need to tell you
My coffin’s short some nails

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