Frying Pan

One laugh in the middle of a struggle
A diamond at the bottom of a puddle
Did you ever stare at the moon until you saw double
I hear you walk away from trouble
Good love there ain’t no denying
Bad love somebody ain’t trying
Did you ever walk someplace just to take the time
Or take the fast road and get going
Then the rules break
There’s no mistake
These are precious times
You and I
We walk the line
I looked in a frying pan, I seen a soul
I looked at a dying man, he sang alone
We’ve got mountains
We’ve got beaches
We’ve got love that make us mad
Love that has to teach us
I looked in a frying pan, I seen a soul
I looked at a dying man, he sang alone
When the rules break
There’s no mistake
These are precious times
You and I
We walk the line…
It’s a straight and narrow path
Each man walks, each man walks the line