She lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing I never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell in my disasters Walk on down

There may come a time, A time in everyones life Where nothin seems to go your way. Where nothing seems to turn out right. There may come a time, You just can't seem to find your way For every d

I guess you don't need it I guess you don't want me to repeat it But everything I have to give I'll give to you It's not like we planned it You tried to stay, but you could not stand it To see