This Thursday’s Three Chords & the Truth: “Second Chances”
I’m running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind
Oh my heart was all black
But I saw something shine
Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine
I could share it with you, if you gave me the time
I’m all bloody knuckles, longing for home
If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone
— Gregory Alan Isakov, “Second Chances”
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