Fragile

Ain’t nobody perfect at least far as I can see
Lordy knows I been looking from up my sycamore tree
Between the lilies of the valley and hills of Calvary
We’re just thieves on a cross waiting to be freed

There’s an old man in a pulpit who thinks he speaks the truth
He’s only pouring sugar on the devils old sweet tooth
Life is just a silver dollar in a fountain of our lost youth
A salt and pepper shaker on a corner diner booth

C.
We’re all fragile we’re all faded
We’re all tattered we’re all torn
We’re all bruised and we’re battered
We’re all wrinkled we’re all worn
We’re rough around the edges but we’re solid to the core
And we’re all in this fight together no matter what we’re fighting for

There ain’t no bread on the table and wolves are at the door
Some days we’re the sickness other days we’re the cure
I used to have the answers but now I just ain’t sure
If anything means anything to anyone any more

C.
We’re all fragile we’re all faded
We’re all tattered we’re all torn
We’re all bruised and we’re battered
We’re all wrinkled we’re all worn
We’re rough around the edges but we’re solid to the core
we’re all in this fight together no matter who we’re fighting for

B.
We’re standing at the precipice toes over the line
Clinging on to hope like grapes on the vine
I parted my lips when the water turned to wine
You can stop the bleeding but you can’t stop the hands of time