SecondChances

Second Chances - Gregory Alan Isakov

Composed by：Gregory Alan Isakov/Ilan Isakov

All of my heroes sit up straight

They stare at the ground

They radiate

Me I'm mumbling in the kitchen

For the sun to pay up

Lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup

I'm some sick hound

Digging for bones

If it weren't for second

Chances we'd all be alone

My hands they were

Strangers lost in the night

They're waving around in the dusty light

I'm waiting in the wings

While the trees undress

Cupping my ear to hear the wind confess

I'm a ghost in the garden

Scaring the crows

If it weren't for second

Chances we'd all be alone

I'm running from nothing no

Thoughts in my mind

Oh my heart was all black

But I saw something shine

Thought that part was yours

But it might just be mine

I could share it with you

If you gave me the time

I'm all bloody knuckles

Longing for home

If it weren't for second

Chances we'd all be alone

I'm a shot through the dark

I'm a black sinkhole

If it weren't for second

Chanceswe'd all be alone