Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
A majestic but desperate attempt at obtaining a second wind of sorts, or perhaps simply the hope that he will make it into Heaven, made by a man resigned to death. One wonders if he was speaking in the voice of his father, who was nearing death from emphysema at that time.
Well we made a mad dash for the good life
And we passed when we weren’t looking
And we made a swift retreat to the danger
That we’d see every evening
It ain’t happened yet, I ain’t holding’ my breath
I wanna breathe some new life
Breathe some new life
Some new life
Ain’t happened yet, I ain’t holding’ my breath
Got my way, tend to sway ’cause my vision now is slanted
And cease not to intercede for me until my request is granted
I wanna breathe some new life
Breathe some new life
Breathe some new life
It ain’t happened yet, I ain’t holding’ my breath
Teach me to die, a butterfly soft and slow, deep in the meadow
Peace to my soul, I’m good to go, I’m prepared, Lord to travel
Ain’t happened yet, I ain’t holding’ my breath
I wanna breathe some new life…
Please forgive my sins, once again
I will fall and I will fail