(R.J. Johnson/Johnston)
spittin on the last card down
spittin on the last card down
picking up the pieces of a life (one thing remains)
a torn and frayed will to survive
but the faith might move along (along)
to be honest I`ve been shaking hands too long
with an empty promise
did I see you caught up in a landslide
a tender beacon in my darkest hour
spittin on
spittin on the last card down
spittin on the last card down
putting up the struggle of a life (so much can change)
hands that show their fill of disguise
but the faith might move along
to be honest I`ve been shakin hands too long
with an empty promise
forced to breathe discarded to a new life
you draw a breath from the moment that meets the air
spittin on
spittin on the last card down
spittin on the last card down