Sing Softly

Maybe I overthink things, I'm sure that I do
But with lots of time and quiet, you would, too
We can write all the books and songs we want
But in the end, if we get it all wrong
Could you pick up your head?
Start all over again?
The whole world screams, and I lean in closer
As if they were only whispering
In empty threats and promises offering love
But they never come close
She's not your girl; she's a ghost

Sing softly now, don't speak, my last bet's on the table
See, in my head I'm a king, I've just misplaced the key
I'll wear it when I'm able
But for now I'll just soak it all in
One more round, and all my foes will be my friends

Mama always told me: Son, watch your mouth
I've got nothing nice to say, but the words just keep falling out
The Bible by my bedside isn't going to read itself
I wish it was on my day job, and I was the one at home on a shelf

Don't turn your back on me, don't let me out of your sight
I'm a bad man already, and you're just looking for a fight
If I run a good race, can I just keep the crown?
I'm not the kind of guy to lay it down