Lyrics

I struggle all the time, in my mind and in my heart There's just never enough time for righteous ways And in my slumber I have dreams of broken waves and dogs that thunder Wake up to another year of tortured days I am a pilgrim, I'm a drifter, I'm a gypsy, I'm a fool I never hear a thing that people say Blind man, double dealer, I'm a cripple, I'm a liar I just don't have the time for righteous ways I struggle all the time, in my mind and in my heart There's just never enough time for righteous ways And in my slumber I have dreams of broken waves and dogs that thunder Wake up to another year of tortured days I am a pilgrim, I'm a drifter, I'm a gypsy, I'm a tool I never hear a thing that people say Blind man, double dealer, I'm a cripple, I'm a fool I just don't have the time for righteous ways I just don't have the time for righteous ways