Miracles

Follow these footprints
The road is long
The flesh is weak
The mind is strong
Do not go gentile
On this goodnight
Let’s live some more
Before we die
But I’m not superstitious
Perhaps I should be
Life’s sometimes malicious
And kind of greedy
With 1000 stiches and bruises
I ain’t got time for miracles
Dear God, forgive me
I don’t believe
What you predict I can’t conceive
All of this suffering
Was that Your work?
Your sense of humor’s quite absurd
But I’m not superstitious
Perhaps I should be
Life’s sometimes malicious
And kind of greedy
With 1000 stiches and bruises
I ain’t got time for miracles
I ain’t got time for miracles
I ain’t got time for miracles