Words by 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 till you saw double
I hear you walk away from trouble
Good love there ain't no denying
I said bad love, somebody ain't trying
Did you ever walk someplace just to take time
No take the fast road and get going
When the rules break
There's no mistake
These are precious times
You and I we walk the line
I looked in a fryin' pan
I seen a song
I looked at a dyin' man
He sang along
We got mountains
We got beaches
We got a love that makes us mad
Love that has to teach us
I looked in a fryin' pan
I seen a song
I looked at a dyin' man
He sang along
When the rules break...
It's a straight and narrow path
Each man walks
Each man walks the line.