Robby Berman - The Precarious Human State of Grace

Every time I think I maybe got it
Another problem hits me from behind
I'm upside-down again
The walls come crashing in
And all I can do is sigh
Every day
And all of the time
We hang on tight
To what passes for peace of mind
When what's gone up
Is going down
We're running like hell
For higher ground
The sun upon our shoulders
The rain upon our face
Our joys and tribulations
The precarious human state of grace
I do believe there's foolishness in worry
It's not as if there's not enough that's wrong
I try to keep a grip
But damn it all I slip
I'm a bottomless pit of what if
Every day
And all of the time
We hang on tight
To what passes for peace of mind
When what's gone up
Is going down
We're running like hell
For higher ground
They always say perfection comes with practice
A truth or two we learn along the way
I've been rehearsing all my life
It's time to get this right
And maybe today's my day
Every day
And all of the time
We hang on tight
To what passes for peace of mind
When what's gone up
Is going down
We're running like hell
For higher ground
The sun upon our shoulders
The rain upon our face
Our joys and tribulations
The precarious human state of grace
The sun upon our shoulders
The rain upon our face
Our joys and tribulations
The precarious human state of grace
The precarious human state of grace

Written by:
Robert Berman

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