Chris Bergson - All I Got Left

Sometimes I get so tired of waiting
How long can we hold our breath
Want to believe the cavalry's coming
But what if this is as good as it gets
My gig bags' got dusty
My chops have got rusty
But I love you with all I got left

So let's keep in our hearts
Those who didn't make it
Sing one for John Prine and my friend Marc
For those stranded alone in nursing homes
Watching the sky fade from light to dark
Isolation and loss
What will be the human cost?
Still I love you with all I got left
I love you with all I got left

Ain't seen my folks since January
And they say this winter's going to be scary
And the days keep groaning on
Nothing's as new as it used to be
But last night, the cars on FDR
Lulled me to sleep like a symphony

Sometimes I get so tired of waiting
How long can we hold our breath
Want to believe the cavalry's coming
But what if this is as good as it gets
My gig bag's got dusty
My chops have got rusty
But I love you with all I got left
Still I love you with all I got left

Written by:
CHRIS BERGSON

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