Abigail

I don't have much luck these days With far too much time Lost a lot of my rhythm In this bubble of mine I would sure like to help you I will give you my word Then I'll fly away, brother Float away like a bird You don't get much dignity You don't get much sense of pride When your mind gets too narrow And your nose gets too wide I breathe and I'm trying In my cauldron tonight Though a part of me's dying There's a part come alive 'Cause I had a dream last night That you were beside me Two kids in the garden And your love behind me Though today may taste bitter Maybe tomorrow is gold Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old So I took out some paper And I dug out a pen Poured myself out some water And I rinsed out the gin I spoke of my dream that night In the greatest detail Of my beautiful children And my sweet Abigail Ah, but before she can find me Before I can let her in Before no sweet happy ending Let the battle begin Let the trumpets blow Valhalla Let the soldier arise Lord, let Abigail catch me When I fall from the skies 'Cause I had a dream last night That you were beside me Two kids in the garden And all this behind me No, today may taste bitter Maybe tomorrow is gold Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old --- Abigail - Paolo Nutini