Words and music Michael Veitch © 2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)
Through the tears it looked like rain on the windshield
And all those hands were fit to be tied
They are wringing you dry until your all in tatters
What matters is you try, try,try
You should have taken that right turn sooner than later
Instead of waiting for all those years to fly
Even with every high beam making you blind
What matters is you try, try, try
Bridge: Leaving behind another lonely lifetime, the suitcase
Packed with your memories, Leaving the rest along the roadside,
We only get one ticket to ride.
She woke you up this morning with a sunrise
And a table spread with all her dreams and smiles
It may have taken years but you are here and you survived
What matters is you try, try, try
Try, try try.