Hands of Time

Broken down in Jackson Mississippi
Broken down in more than just one way
Wiping the sweat from his forehead
Sheriff says you're coming with me today

Unfolding the map out there on the table
Where the cards and the whiskey were the night before
My body willing but my mind it wasn't able
So I'll just show myself to the door

To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you

The beauty of a sunrise on the highway
Means you've battled off the demons from another day
Exhaling as you roll down that window
The demons in the mirror aren't far away

Measuring my words out on the front porch
Lining all my lies out nice and straight
A knock on the door and my hands are back in pockets
Knowing that this time I'm just too late

To race the hand of time with a false start or two
Every day reminds all roads lead back to you



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Jacobs
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