Tore my fingers up for a chance Might tear my soul apart for a dance Lady luck she be a friend of mine most of the sundown time Come sunup my love is gone And I'm here but not alone Still calling it home Because you can't live on hope in short supply Faith and I'm only just getting by Got to make do with what's not due It feels like winter in the middle of July He said Girl you better pray For the heavenly gift of self-control I said daddy God's gift that I devour it all Got to show the right type of reverence Why I take the whole Not half but all Because you can't live on hope in short supply Faith and I'm only just getting by Got to make do with what's not due It feels like winter in the middle of July Got some old dead friends Knowing no amount of time can ever make amends And the never knowing And the never really showing it all But I won't live like hope's in short supply Faith I'm gonna do more than just get on by, by, by Don't have to make do Paid all my dues I'm gonna feel sunshine For the first time in July