Hot Coals - 2012 Bid Adieu, Garth.

I’m walking on Hot Coals

I made a bed of nails

Im walking on thin ice

And no matter what else fails

On a losing streak I might

Might even win

The rain will soak the ground

And then you can begin

If i lose another job

End up back on the street

Ill skate thin ice with razor blades

Until i get my penny growing up in the capital of dc

Everything that i love

I kiss it turns to ash

Turns to steam and in my conscious

I watch it turn the grass

I’m looking for the street light

A path I’ve never been

And overtime i float down stream

I see that I’m merely air i know that I’m

A part a system that depends on the rain