Sunday's Best — Sons Of The Second String lyrics

Lyrics

We all wrestlle with «soul,» to find the goodness we know
To find that we’re in a maze for the days
Two anxious lovers wrestle in the snow
Watch their first kiss turn to throwing blows
They kiss each other on the face
And they hit each other in the face
Sons of the second string, we are the water-boys…
Which is the lesser of blows?
The kind that punctures and slows?
The kind that kisses bestow?
Whose to say?
Have faith in your little sons of second fiddle
By God’s grace, we will save the day