Frying Pan - 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 until you saw double

I hear you walk away from trouble

Good love there ain’t no denying

Bad love somebody ain’t trying

Did you ever walk someplace just to take the time

Or take the fast road and get going

Then the rules break

There’s no mistake

These are precious times

You and I

We walk the line

I looked in a frying pan, I seen a soul

I looked at a dying man, he sang alone

We’ve got mountains

We’ve got beaches

We’ve got love that make us mad

Love that has to teach us

I looked in a frying pan, I seen a soul

I looked at a dying man, he sang alone

When the rules break

There’s no mistake

These are precious times

You and I

We walk the line…

It’s a straight and narrow path

Each man walks, each man walks the line