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Lyrics

Written by: Dave Morrison

She comes up the back steps with her hands full of mail
The calico's hungry, winds between her feet
Throws out the junk, stacks the bills up with the rest
Opens a can, puts on a pot of tea
It's not so bad she tells herself the weathers good
I shouldn't let these little worries get me down
I need to be grateful for the good things in my life
But it sure would be sweet to have someone around

CHORUS
Who will be my oars in the current
Help me make sense of this when the day is done and
Who will take my side even when I am not worthy
Who will be my precious one

He sits outside the church hall frozen in his car
There's lights in the window...people movin' there
On the breeze the sounds of fiddles and guitars
Pulls down his visor, runs his fingers through his hair
How did I get here, He asks of his reflection
When did my father's face start lookin back at me
There's scars on me, for everyone I've ever loved
Can no one see, I'm more than these

CHORUS
Who will be my oars in the current
Help me make sense of this when the day is done and
Who will take my side even when I am not worthy
Who will be my precious one

BRIDGE
How long do I hold out
In the face of all this time
How long till they call the game,
Pack the hopes away,
call it a day

She drives up main street an hour after sundown
Church steeple black in a sky of purple blue
She pulls into the lot just as a man is pullin out
Their eyes lock for a second, do I know you

CHORUS
Who will be my oars in the current
Help me make sense of this when the day is done and
Who will take my side even when I'm wrong
Who will be my precious one
Who will be my precious one
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