Fortune Lies Songtext
von The Gospel Whiskey Runners

Time don′t heal the broken heart
It only makes you cold.
Bitterness seeps to your bones
And makes the young man old.


Rain, it falls on all of us
The wicked and the true.
Love, it meets you where you are
And turns you into you.

Alone, it turns our hearts to stone and leaves us empty deep inside,
But love it makes you rich and free for here our fortune lies.

For here our fortune lies
For here our fortune lies