Betting on the Muse - Over the Rhine

Another golden evening is dying on the vine

A rehearsal for the final act

When the light that’s lost is mine

All this blinding beauty has left me no excuse

I know the sun is setting

Who knows where it’s heading?

I’m still betting

Betting on the muse

My courage often staggers but still we climb the stairs

I lie awake and wonder, are they songs or are they prayers?

This beautiful delusion

If it’s all a ruse

It’s such a lovely setting

For my snakeskin to keep shedding

I’m still betting

Betting on the muse

You’ve got to die inside so many times

While you’re trying to learn to live

You’ve got to get taken for everything

To have anything to give

Your signal is receiving

Some days it’s called breathing

I’m remembering your kisses

Our lips raw with love

But the fact that you still make me laugh

Is what I’m most proud of

You learn to be astonished

That’s how you pay your dues

What am I forgetting?

Nothing I’m regretting

I’m still betting

Betting on the muse

What am I forgetting?

Nothing I’m regretting, I’m letting go

What I’m not getting

I’m still betting

Betting on the muse