O lord I think I'm falling
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To my disbelief
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I'm cursing like a sailor and lying like a thief
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It's hard to heed the calling from the better side of me
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When I'm blaming everybody else and no one's coming clean
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O lord can you see my thick skin wearing thin
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And the demons of a lesser me are beckoning me in
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Those who gathered'round me - I'm watching them all leave
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Cause I am my own ragged company
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You can take a trip to china or take a boat to Spain
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take a blue canoe around the world and never come back again
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But traveling don't change a thing, it only makes it worse
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Unless the trip you take is in to change your cruel course
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'Cause every town's got a mirror and every mirror still shows me
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That I am my own ragged company
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O lord it's lonely, lord it's mighty cold
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And I don't want to live this way
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Afraid of growing old
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It's hard to heed the warning when you cannot see the crime
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The only way to remember is to forget in a rhyme
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And I'm scared to tread the red road that leads to galilee
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Cause I am my own ragged company
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Ragged Company
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| Grace Potter And The Nocturnals |
