[Ft. Austin Lucas]nnWell the rich are getting mightynAnd the poor folks stay the samenThe middle class just seems to fade awaynOn every deathbed, no matter what the casenI can't help but wonder what they'd saynnWell I coulda been a better mannI coulda been a saintnAnd maybe held more neighbors along the waynBut just as well I did alrightn[?]nShow me the light as they saynnI don't seem to worry muchnI don't seem to mindnBelieving everything will work out finenI'm with the one that I dream ofnThat helped me down the linenSo hold my bed, I'll get there on timenn[Austin Lucas:]nWell a hammer never knew a hand less experienced than minenMy voice is the only tool I knownBut as I stare into the darkness of that great and terrible sleepnMy soul knows not which way it's headed fornnI never seem to worry muchnI never seem to mindnBelieving that I'll never run short on timenThe sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I've madenSpare me Lord, I feel that I'm not readynnI never seem to worry muchnI never seem to mindnBelieving that I'll never run short on timenThe sheets are getting tighter in this lonely bed I've madenSpare me Lord, I feel that I'm not readynSpare me Lord, I feel that I'm not readynSpare me Lord, I feel that I'm not ready