Ghost Of A Chance Lyrics - Exit Strategy Of The Soul - Ron Sexsmith

with the graceful and grotesque the morning rings 

hear the garbage truck roll by hear the birds begin to sing 

their song of love and praise and may their happy sound 

be strong enough to raise our spirits off the ground 

or love don't stand a ghost of a chance 

i'm on the trail of a storm and everywhere i look 

appear the ones that life has torn like pages from a book 

left to soldier on no shoulder for to lean 

i'd be lost without a song but if your love wasn't there for me 

i just wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance 

from where i sit there's too many eyes crying tears 

too many lives living in fear wondering where their sweet dreams have all gone 

too many hands stirring the pot in a land 

of haves and have nots all wondering why it's all gone wrong 

now as the ballet and burlesque commence to play 

give to me the strength to act and not look the other way 

for there's a war outside can't take it lying down 

got to look it in the eye we've got to stand our ground 

or love don't stand a ghost of a chance