Nothing Short

Nothing Short
David Starr
David Starr Music, ASCAP

There’s a bell jar full of nickels
On a stand beside the bed
The sun hits it in the morning
Shines like a million bucks
And nothing short of Providence
Is gonna bring me luck

I've got a fistful of old anger
And no one to blame but me
I would strike a deal with the devil himself
If this hurt would let me be
Nothing short of loving her
Is gonna bring me home

He was making plans for someday
Wide as the western sky
She was looking past a fool’s big dream
And asking herself why
Now the ghosts in every doorway
Remind me I’m alone
And nothing short of loving her 
Is gonna bring me home