Weathered hands
Weathered soul
Stories that
Were never told
Little things
He never can
Take back
No polite
Wish for luck
He says
It's because
You can never tell
Which way luck
Will fall
No signs
No miracles
Just old debts
Old scars
Little things
He never can
Take back
Little things
You never can
Take back
Weathered soul
Stories that
Were never told
Little things
He never can
Take back
No polite
Wish for luck
He says
It's because
You can never tell
Which way luck
Will fall
No signs
No miracles
Just old debts
Old scars
Little things
He never can
Take back
Little things
You never can
Take back