Texty: The Classic Crime. A Perfect Voice.

May not have a perfect voice
But I?ll still sing at the top of my lungs
Until my days are done
I was once a child with a million plans
Now all I?ve got is what's in my hands
I don?t leave much to chance these days
I may not ever see a dime but I?ll be fine
Yeah I?ll still get by
All the time a smile upon my face
You might see me on the corner with a cup someday
And I?ll smile and wave
And say "God bless you for your change today"

Whoa oh whoa oh oh oh

I may not be a perfect man but I?ll still stand
Yeah I?m counting on grace to win this race for me in the end
I may not sing your favorite songs but I don?t sing for you
Cause if I did I would have been done long ago

Woah oh woah oh oh oh

I may not have a perfect voice but I won't lie
I?ll sing until I die
Because I may not get the chance another night