The Oliver Moore Band - Parable

Funny little white man stranded naked on the shore
His lips are curled, his brows are furled he knows the score
A dozen years ago the bottle, brought him to this place
He's celebrating 30 days, he thanks the lord and shares his grace

He's got the mamba
One more chance at life
He's got the mamba
He knows he's got one more chance at life

I'll give it all I've got, he says
For just one day
I'm cold I'm tired
In a good way

I'll make it on my own
I'm not alone
Anything you ask of me is yours
Oh lord please, throw a line my way

He spots an angry little storm cloud passing overhead
His lips are cracked, his skin is parched, his eyes are red
But he's sober now and no angry cloud
Is gonna bring him down, take him from this place

I'll give it all I've got, he says
For just one day
I'm cold I'm tired
In a good way

I'll make it on my own
I'm not alone
Anything you ask of me is yours
Oh lord please, throw a line my way

Funny little white man stranded naked on the shore
His lips are curled, his brows are furled he knows the score
A dozen years ago the bottle, brought him to this place
He's celebrating 30 days, he thanks the lord and shares his grace

One more chance at life
I'll give it all I've got, he says
For just one day
I'm cold I'm tired
In a good way

I'll make it on my own
I'm not alone
Anything you ask of me is yours
Oh lord please, throw a line my way

Written by:
The Oliver Moore Band

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