Drifting through a summer night,
 Heading for a sunny day.

 But most folks' lives,
 Oh, they stumble,
 Lord, they fall through no fault of their own.

 Most folks never catch their stars,
 And here I am Lord,
 I'm knocking at your place of bus'ness;
 I know I ain't got no bus'ness here,
 But you said if I ever got so low I was busted,
 You could be trusted.

 Some folks' lives roll easy,
 Some folks' lives never roll at all,
 Oh, they just fall,
 They just fall,
 Some folks' lives