Well I don’t drink much whisky, I don’t drink much wine,
But I might have a cigarette in the event that I’m not feeling just fine,
Usually only ‘bout half the time.

I wish I had a front porch
I’d sit there all day long.
You might call me lazy but I think you’ve got me all wrong.
The porch is where I’d write my songs.

I dream about the kind of love
That you and I can’t see.
It hides between the blue and green
And down between your finger and ring.
It makes clouds cry and rivers sing.

Sinners in the water,
Singing angel band.
Washes in the river then it’s on to someone else’s glands.
It never goes away it just changes hands.


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Changing Hands (feat. Michael Rose) song meanings
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