Every Good Thing

Every good thing I've done
Don't exist anymore
In its place, oh, the hourglass
Keeps sifting out the time left

And the waitin' is hard
And the road is so long
A white mare she walks me back
We're pacing out the miles left

Of the few things I know
I've learned most through my faults
And with a hammer in my hand
To take care of the trials left



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Woodhead
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