Holding You Was Worth More
You let me know when you're rolling

You might be the devil
Where does that leave me?
A wanderlust-filled prophet
Hellbent on New Orleans
I could save my soul a cinder
For to re-ignite the flame
Or gamble my last dollar
Dry out in the rain

I hone a hundred highways
Trying to leave your smile behind
Spend a dozen months or more
Just untangling my mind
Rolling like a river
Here and then I'm gone
You're still stuck inside my head
With all that I done wrong

They say there's nothing like the middle of a story
Riding high on the beginning
And not too low before the end
And it ain't about the money or the glory
I guess holding you was worth more
Than it cost this heart to mend
Well if dreams are truly horses
Waiting on that final ride
It wouldn't take me longer
Than a second to decide
I love you like a yesterday
You'll never see again
I carry your smile with me
Every day until the end

Gambling ain't my nature
But for you I'd surely try
Get caught someplace in the middle
With you right there by my side
I'd get caught someplace in the middle
With you right there by my side

They say there's nothing like the middle of a story
Riding high on the beginning
And not too low before the end
And it ain't about the money or the glory
I guess holding you was worth more
Than it cost this heart to mend
I guess holding you was worth more
Than it cost this heart to mend

You might be the devil
Where does that leave me?
A wanderlust-filled prophet
Hellbent on New Orleans
I could save my soul a cinder
For to re-ignite the flame
Or gamble my last dollar
Dry out in the rain