Idle Hands by Matt Duncan Lyrics

Pride is cold comfort to the lonely man
But I'm not alone, I do the best I can
To hold onto my ego
It's tenuous in the best of times
And I got lost down 25
I just want to arrive

A head in the clouds can take its toll on a man
The thinning air, the beauty all around
Not close enough to touch
It might be too much
For heart as faint as mine
Give me a sign

What do I know?
The path just goes where it wants to go
And who can I see
About these idle hands at the heart of me?
What do I know?

In God we trust you just get one time around
What kind of fool who hadn't hit the ground
Would lie down and surrender?
I think I'd find some comfort there
But damn torpedoes, I don't care
All is fair
What do I know?
The path just goes where it wants to go
And who can I see
About these idle hands at the heart of me?
What do I know?

Wealth is wasted on the wicked and wise
Save the consolation prize
Don't want to work on my disguise
Thinly veiled pain, a funeral smile