If I am never read by another soul,
it’ll be worth knowin’ your eyes have crossed these words.
ain’t like I ain’t got dreams of teachin’,
of passin’ on the passion,
ain’t like I ain’t got dreams,
of makin’ somethin’ of this,
but the worth of it,
that’s in knowin’ that these words speak,
to even one.
hell, sometime I ain’t more than ramblin’,
but I ‘spose that’s what we all got goin’, sometime.
sometime, we’re just a kettle lettin’ off steam ’til we’re pulled from the flame.
but it’s worth the work,
knowin’ that gamble of the ramble is rollin’ snake eyes on your table,
’cause it’s all just luck, sometime,
in gettin’ words to land where they’re wanted.
