What Needs Must Be - Dead Meadow

You got your trouble, I got my own

And look how it takes to the warmth of your home

You can’t wait you’re all ready to go

Out in the cold wind, out in the snow

There’s cards on the table, cards in your hand

Some people take more, I’m gonna stand

The bent edge of the diamond queen

Just slipped out from inside your open sleeve

Waiting a long time, possibly still

For what few find, most never will

Waiting to find what sets you free

Until then, what needs must be

What more, yeah what more

They ask is there

And I tell myself

No need to care

Waiting a long time, possibly still

For what few find, most never will

Waiting to find what sets you free

Until then, what needs must be