O Sacred Head, Now Wounded - Don Harper

Like a bird with one wing on the ground Like a ghost that can't find a house Like a man with a scar on his arm And the girl with the broken heart Wounded We're shot by the guns of love Some words oh they draw blood Pain is a part of us but we'll walk through it Wounded Like a statue without a soul A gambler that lost it all And the mother that can't let go Of her child that is leaving home Wounded We're shot by the guns of love Some words oh they draw blood Pain is a part of us but we'll walk through it Wounded Wounded Ooohhh Sometimes you see it sometimes you don't Oohhh Broken to the bone Sometimes it hurts to much Memories you can't untouched Wounded Wounded Pain is a part of us but we'll walk through it

What I've got I don't want All it does is hover and taunt Reminding me what I used to be What I may never be again Turns out what I'm good at doin Is making something out of the ruin Borrow this wasted space that could never be replaced Learn it all again tomorrow, learn it all again tomorrow Nothing I have you can borrow or steal Yes I think we have a deal. If my wheels were square, but the earth was jagged I rode along, it'd be no less ragged And seems to be the day I'm usually this way Learn it all again tomorrow, learn it all again tomorrow Nothing I have you can borrow or steal Yes I think we have a deal. I wish every harder day only took an hour And I'm not just like the people I resent I wish someday I could truly be a power Say exactly what it is I meant All I have that's in abundance Is my perpetual redundance It's hard for me to say, I face it everyday Learn it all again tomorrow, learn it all again tomorrow Nothing I have you can borrow or steal Learn it all again tomorrow, learn it all again tomorrow Nothing I have you can borrow or steal Yes I think we have a deal.

Won me in a poker game Lost me in a bet Then you got the nerve To turn around and get upset Movin' on Movin' on You practice law without a license Psychology too But your PHD is in giving me the blues Movin' on Movin' on Go to third world countries Kicking three-legged dogs And by three PM You're living high on the hog Held out for so long Movin' on You may have learned to hustle But you never learned to dance When you fight the law You don't get a second chance I may be right I may be wrong Movin' on You get away with murder You got a way with words Speaking in a language That nobody's ever heard Just singin' that same old song Movin' on Ten reasons to stay here Eleven to leave Not waiting around For you to give me a reprieve No more stringing this along Movin' on