From the recording Tarrant County
Lyrics
sometimes the hurt pushes us together
sometimes the hurt pushes us apart
sometimes the pushing leads to shoving
sometimes it can break a great big heart
a little bit of flame can chase the darkness
a little bit of flame can break the chill
but honey if we set it all on fire
a little bit of flame can break our will
If we can make it to tomorrow
if we can just get through the night
if we’re still here come Sunday morning
we might just make it out all right
A mean old world can make us suffer
A mean old world can cause such pain
But when we’re mean to one another
I don’t believe the world can change
And every little word we speak in anger
Every little word is like a blade
We need a little word of sweet forgiveness
We need a little hope when we’re afraid
We been down this road before… we have seen this highway’s end.
But every time we turn around we wind up looking at a friend.
If we can make it to tomorrow
if we can just get through the night
if we’re still here come Sunday morning
we might just make it out all right
if we can hold what really matters
and lose the rest in the light of day
if we’re still here come Sunday morning
I think we might just be OK