Lyrics

Donnybrook
(Life’s slings and arrows)
B. Gibson

Weathered as the rocks in Wild Horse Canyon
Casting deeper shadows everyday
Reaching for the threads of hope’s abandon
The throes of circumstances hide away

He rubbed his turquoise beads and prayed for solace
The riddled path throws curves to bend beliefs
The harlequins and jesters hollow promise
Down the road he’ll find they’re thick as thieves

Standing at the table rolling “snake eyes”
Got no business being in this game
Slipping from his high horse just to realize
Kick the can and you might pull up lame

Second chances scribbled in a playbook
Storm cloud’s silver lining steals the rain
Staring down the barrel at the donnybrook
Never really sure who’s taking aim

Steady as she goes to pull the logchain
A heavy shovel comes with the terrain
Caution to the wind and all that remains
Tally all the days without a name

Standing at the table rolling “snake eyes”
Got no business being in this game
Slipping from his high horse just to realize
Kick the can and you might pull up lame