Words & Music Michael Veitch
(c)2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)
I’ve gambled all my younger years
With the gypsies and the dime store dears
I’ve lost more than I ever feared
I looked up and those years were gone
Facing the music with a handful of wires
Singing for dreamers and habitual liars
It was my choice and my desire
And I would not change a thing
Around the fires
I’m holding tight to my ground
Out here on the edge of this town
I’ve followed the wildest untamed rivers
Still searching for a deep blue sea
Superhighways and dead end streets
They have all looked good to me
Chorus
We try and we try to reach the top
Of a mountain made of solid rock
My heart keeps saying don’t you stop
And I won’t, it’s all that I got
Chorus