[Verse 1: Rodney Crowell]
It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop
Waiting for a train
Exactly how I got here is hard to explain
My heart's in the right place
What's left of it, I guess
My heart ain't the problem
It's my mind that's a total mess
With these rickety old legs
And these watery eyes
It's hard to believe
That I could pass for anybody's prize
And here's what I know
About the gifts that God gave
Ah you can't take 'em with you
When you go to the grave
[Chorus: John Paul White]
It ain't over yet
As someone who oughtta know
Not so very long ago
We were both hung out to dry
It ain't over yet
You can mark my word
I don't care what you think you heard
We're still learning how to fly
It ain't over yet
It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop
Waiting for a train
Exactly how I got here is hard to explain
My heart's in the right place
What's left of it, I guess
My heart ain't the problem
It's my mind that's a total mess
With these rickety old legs
And these watery eyes
It's hard to believe
That I could pass for anybody's prize
And here's what I know
About the gifts that God gave
Ah you can't take 'em with you
When you go to the grave
[Chorus: John Paul White]
It ain't over yet
As someone who oughtta know
Not so very long ago
We were both hung out to dry
It ain't over yet
You can mark my word
I don't care what you think you heard
We're still learning how to fly
It ain't over yet
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