It Ain't Over Yet - Rodney Crowell, John Paul White, Rosanne Cash

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 watery eyes

It’s hard to believe that I could pass for anybody’s prize

Here’s what I know about the gifts that God gave

You can’t take 'em with you when you go to the grave

It ain’t over yet, ask someone who ought to 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

For fools like me who were built for the chase

Takes the right kind of woman to help you put it all in place

It only happened once in my life, but man you should have seen

Her hair two shades of foxtail red, her eyes some far out sea blue green

I got caught up making a name for myself, you know what that’s about

One day your ship comes rolling in and the next day it rolls right back out

You can’t take for granted none of this shit

The higher up you fly boys, the harder you get hit

It ain’t over yet, I’ll say this about that

You can get up off the mat or you can lay there till you die

It ain’t over yet, here’s the truth my friend

You can’t pack it in and we both know why

It ain’t over yet

Silly boys blind to get there first

Think of second chances as some kind of curse

I’ve known you forever and ever it’s true

If you came by it easy, you wouldn’t be you

Make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me forget myself

Back when down on my luck kept me up for days

You were there with the right word to help me crawl out of the maze

And when I almost convinced myself I was hipper than thou

You stepped up with a warning shot fired sweet and low across the bow

No you don’t walk on water and your sarcasm stings

But the way you move through this old world sure makes a case for angel wings

I was halfway to the bottom when you threw me that line

I «e you now verbatim, «Get your head out of your own behind»

It ain’t over yet, what you wanna bet

One more cigarette ain’t gonna send you to the grave

It ain’t over yet, I’ve seen your new girlfriend

Thinks you’re the living end, great big old sparkle in her eye

It ain’t over yet