I stood on my stage and I sung the
best song I could sing
those
babes of Jesus came down to me
all those white lies he spindelled
I’m so curled up
and tangled
and so I saw pictures from childhood
ones of my innocent sister
and my school friends
and ones that I’d forgotten about
pass by like trains in the wintertime.
I stood on my stgae and I sung the
best song I could sing
for as long as I could sing
I sung the best song I could sing.