Roll with the Punches

Well it was good but it's good that it was
A spinning mini drunken night in Frenchman cause
I thought I had everything all worked out
But never realized that my fright disguised as doubt
Before my dream became a living hell
That tour bus looked just more like a prison cell
That I had been trapped in for much too long
How could something that I loved so much just feel so wrong?

Well it was good but it's good that it was
A spinning mini drunken night in Frenchman cause
I thought I had everything all worked out
Yeah never realized that my fright disguised as doubt
And now I'm drinking on this balcony
And watching people stumbling down from Bourbon Street
I easily could becomе one of them
Instead I pick it all up again and try to down anothеr ????

And now I just roll with the punches
And let the cards land where they may
Yeah now I just roll with the punches
What happens happens anyway

(whispering)

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa