Trust in a Sigh
Locked in lengthy battle, heaven vs. hell
But when did the angels last wage a fight?
Could it be they find some pleasure in our weary plight?
Or is it that the epic is a better sell?
The royalties run out once the story ends
So they stretch it out like a Dickens tale, and just as dense
If good is meant to win, then I suppose it will
But the meantime just feels like a cruel joke
Just trial after trial for the common folk
Frozen in the predawn, the air is still
And suppose daybreak brings with it morning rains
The apocalypse will just mean more aches and pains
I am done asking where
I go when I die
Or crying no fair
I am weary of prayer
So I’ll trust in a sigh
And I don’t really care
Call me a cynic or a pessimist
I’d just say that I’ve been around enough
To see through their promises and call their bluff
I think I’ll be quite content to just exist
I don’t suppose it matters much which way you choose
‘Cause either way it’s heads I win or tails you lose
Phil Woodward—Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Myron Marston—Lead Guitar
Bobby Jacky—Accordian
Lacey Brown—Drums
Gwen Owen—Bass
Ann Edwards—Backup Vocals
Trust in a Sigh | The Teacher | First Love | (Only) A Mother
The Lizard and the Stallion | Saint Sarah | Vetoing Heaven | The Sunrise
Currently Rated 5.0/5 Stars (3 Votes)
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- Currently 5.0/5 Stars.
Another deceptively happy sounding song - but there is a wistfulness to the melody that belies that happiness. Cynicism is, too often, a coward's refuge. And like most cynics, the character in the song thinks he's that way because he's seen too much. But the truth is: he's seen too little. Still, he's content to coast along - secure in his conceit that he sees the world as it really is. Nicely and subtly done.
Love this one---I love the way it seems to just roll pleasantly along. The music makes me think of innertubing down a gently rolling river...on and on and on, the sun shining, arms behind my head, relaxed. Ahhhh....