I Out there the dogs are barking Most only saying hi Out where the cars are parking Most lonely racing by Out where I was born back when There I am back again Where pray the guns may not pop The store next door I shop In when I drop in again There where the night has come to call When found out bound to fall Santa Ana over the wall II Marlboro hards in his rolled-up sleeve Baby he was too tough to believe Maybe I got it or maybe not But I remembered never forgot My father the hitman he was who Was a badass motherf***er too III Pardon me if I stumble But I took a tumble Or two a few hard knocks on The dusk before the dawn So I may be unsteady Although I am ready To do the best I can do Getting it to get through Getting on with it for Another day more IV Getting through the best I can An ordinary man With an extraordinary History beginning To feel a bit less wary Or I may be winning For all I know about it No reason to doubt it Though reason never met me Nor do I now recall Or how ever forget me For madness after all? But now in my fall season I will go until gone Getting it as I go on: I am my own reason +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV