All Right - Western Pacific

Can you see my sins from the belfry?

Can you hear me curse from the clouds?

If I swore that I’d change, would you let me?

cause the things that I’ve done don’t have a turnaround

You and I, we’re always fighting about what’s wrong and right

and we dance, with our feet off the ground and a beat without sound

It’s alright.

It’s alright.

There’s taste to this wine;

I’ve had plenty

cleansed my soul with a dime, am I pure?

If I played by the book, would it get me

to the place that it took to turn my life around?

You and I, we’re always fighting about what’s wrong and right

and we dance, with our feet off the ground and a beat without sound

It’s alright, to be blind to the things that bind you, never pay them mind.

Out of sight, repent in the morning if it helps you sleep at night.