"Never, No Not Once" lyrics
Ran outta gas somewhere in Arizona
So, I started walking through that red mud
You said you saw God through one of them picture sliding viewers
And he walked with you through the rain
Remember running through all them roads
Back when we were just kids and we swore we had everything figured out?
Ain't it something, how life keeps moving?
Heard you're having a baby now and you're moving
On and on, we just keep rambling down the road
Highways and skylines take us back to places we'd been before
And your heart got me through it
Yeah, your heart got me through it
(Yoo)
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
The older I get
So much more that I'm thinking about ways I might wind up dead
But never, no, not once do I think about my life without you in it
Water's filling up all them side streets
But that's alright, we'll just take the highways for a while
Roadside motels, how many times can we raise Hell?
Besides, them wind roads, oh, [?]
So, put on something exciting like that CCR record you bought me back
When I was feeling sorry for myself
I used to fucking hate it when you'd ask, "Have you ever seen the rain, babe?"
When I was pissed off 'bout some other bullshit
So, how many times have we made it through?
I know it ain't your job to always get me through it, yeah
You've been through enough for the both of us
That's why I thank God that he gave me you, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
The older I get
So much more that I'm thinking about ways I might wind up dead
But never, no, not once do I think about my life without you in it
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
(Yeah) I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
The older I get
So much more that I'm thinking about ways I might wind up dead
But never, no, not once do I think about my life—
No, never, no, not once do I think about my life—
No, never, no, not once do I think about my life without you in it, babe
So, I started walking through that red mud
You said you saw God through one of them picture sliding viewers
And he walked with you through the rain
Remember running through all them roads
Back when we were just kids and we swore we had everything figured out?
Ain't it something, how life keeps moving?
Heard you're having a baby now and you're moving
On and on, we just keep rambling down the road
Highways and skylines take us back to places we'd been before
And your heart got me through it
Yeah, your heart got me through it
(Yoo)
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
The older I get
So much more that I'm thinking about ways I might wind up dead
But never, no, not once do I think about my life without you in it
Water's filling up all them side streets
But that's alright, we'll just take the highways for a while
Roadside motels, how many times can we raise Hell?
Besides, them wind roads, oh, [?]
So, put on something exciting like that CCR record you bought me back
When I was feeling sorry for myself
I used to fucking hate it when you'd ask, "Have you ever seen the rain, babe?"
When I was pissed off 'bout some other bullshit
So, how many times have we made it through?
I know it ain't your job to always get me through it, yeah
You've been through enough for the both of us
That's why I thank God that he gave me you, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
The older I get
So much more that I'm thinking about ways I might wind up dead
But never, no, not once do I think about my life without you in it
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, how could I have ever held my breath?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
(Yeah) I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed
The older I get
So much more that I'm thinking about ways I might wind up dead
But never, no, not once do I think about my life—
No, never, no, not once do I think about my life—
No, never, no, not once do I think about my life without you in it, babe
Writer(s): John Vincent Iii Hennessey
