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Last night I heard this old guy play guitar He could push you with the music. He could take you far But he would push you with his right hand and always hide his left I just had one question for him, "Mister, Have you ever been convicted of theft?" CHORUS Cause He'd (They'd) say "This one's close to dying This one's fine This one's past the turning point. He's crossed the line." Now he was awful good at triage, that's for sure, But he was long on diagnosis, and short on cure. A long-winded conversation in a dorm room late at night Not so much about the truth as whether you said it right I raised the prospect of hope eternal. I was laughed at and scorned. They rolled their eyes like dice on a table But their number was forlorn. BRIDGE Now, you can take your chance Beat your fists on the boards of despair Letras de cancionesYou end up with splinters in your knuckles thinking, "unjust, unfair." Or you can fall on the altar of sadness and call for the knife. But either way you're just denying your hearing. Put your ear to God's chest, and clearly it's the pulse of life. CHORUS Now you been close dying In fact you've crossed the line You done sailed right past the turning point, thinking everything's fine But when the gas runs out and your sitting there stone cold You think, "I was young when all this started Now I'm old." But when the doctor pushes the triage crew aside he says, "You're all long on diagnosis short on cure." And he turns to you and says, "Come on, Darlin' we can make this Yes, I'm sure." From Letras Mania