Words by Victoria Williams



One laugh in the middle of a struggle

A diamond at the bottom of a puddle

Did you ever stare at the moon till you saw double

I hear you walk away from trouble

Good love there ain't no denying

I said bad love, somebody ain't trying

Did you ever walk someplace just to take time

No take the fast road and get going

When the rules break

There's no mistake

These are precious times

You and I we walk the line

I looked in a fryin' pan

I seen a song

I looked at a dyin' man

He sang along

We got mountains

We got beaches

We got a love that makes us mad

Love that has to teach us

I looked in a fryin' pan

I seen a song

I looked at a dyin' man

He sang along

When the rules break...

It's a straight and narrow path

Each man walks

Each man walks the line...