Let it ride:

Don’t give them your heart beating on a platter of silver

don’t carve your soul up into tiny pieces because they seem to think it

will lighten your load

Stop talking yourself ‘round in circles

stop listening to the voices about your head, and the choices they’ve said

you ought to make

Oh my dearest, hear this, the sincerest of pleas

take my hand and run while you still have knees

that bend of your own will

Oh and i can’t give you the answers, and i can’t

even promise that it will be better, but what is life but a

gamble, and i’ve put a twenty down on you

And there are cities to be discovered, somewhere, out there, and

there is love to be found under lamplight, in the rain, by the sea, and

it would be so easy to let go of this, if you believed in yourself

So take my hand and run while you can

and tell me dearest, what is life but a gamble? and

i’ve put a twenty down on you

i’ve put it all down on you