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Lyrics

Paring Knife
(by Rod Picott, Eric Erdman)

I finished school and took the road
And never planned on looking back
Highways out there waiting there for me
A handful of pins for my map

We don’t know what time will bring
We’re all blind to what will come
Best laid plans they unravel
Like bootlace come undone

I didn’t get what I wanted
But I got what I deserved
All my memories are haunted
By the the things I never earned

My hope is as thin
As a paring knife
I’ll cut dreams back to the bone
Lay my head down for the night

I can see you at that motel
the desert stretched out like the sky
We didn’t say what needed saying
Is that the same thing as a lie?

All that’s left now is the kindling
But maybe I can start a fire
It might not keep me warm for long
But I’m broken and tired

So I’ll stop and count my blessings
I know there’s been one or two
There might be some things I’ve been missing
But for a moment I had you

My hope is as thin
As a paring knife
I’ll cut dreams back to the bone
Say goodbye to you tonight