Changing Hands

[Verse 1]
Well I don't drink much whiskey, I don't drink much wine
But I might have a cigarette in the event that I'm not feelin' just fine
Usually only 'bout half the time

[Verse 2]
I wish I had a front porch, I'd sit there all day long
You might call me lazy but I think you've got me all wrong
The porch is where I'd write my songs

[Verse 3]
I dream about the kind of love that you and I can't see
It hides between the blue and green and down between your finger and ring
It makes clouds cry and rivers sing

[Verse 4]
Sinners in the water, singin' angel band
Washes in the river then it's into someone else’s glands
It never goes away, it just changes hands