Written by Slaid Cleaves/Rod Picott
Bm I'm not living like I should Bm I want to be a better man Bm A sinner's prayer upon my lips Bm A broken promise in my hand E I know that there will come a day Bm A heavy price I'll have to pay E I keep pretending to be good F# Bm But I'm not living like I should I'm not living like I should I've let the mystery slip away The night goes by in dreamless sleep I'm chasing foolish things all day I walk this town just like a ghost I don't know what I miss the most I'd believe in something if I could I'm not living like I should Solo When people see me on the street They think they see an honest man They don't know what lies beneath But some of them would understand They know the soul and what it hides You sometimes see it in their eyes A guilty man where a child once stood I'm not living like I should I'm not living like I should The wolves howl, the robin sings The world keeps spinning round and round I wait for mercy's angel wings Another day another year Death keeps whispering in my ear I say a prayer I knock on wood I'm not living like I should I'm not living like I should I want to be a better man A sinner's prayer upon my lips A broken promise in my hands A squandered gift, a wasted day Time chases life away I just wanted to be good But I'm not living like I should
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