Blessed

I saw you play last night

and the room and I hung on your every word

and you burned off that rain

burned off the smallness of my town

and October seemed to pale beside you

Held on with one hand to that bar

now I hate to speak of magic

but what other words do I have to tell you?

for the record I knew

as for my "Diamonds & Rust"

well I don't feel damned no I feel blessed

yeah I feel blessed

If these strings they can recall

than I pray that they will show me

pressed into the hollow of your fingers

and the hollow of my throat

if you spend your days doing what you love

than love it seems comes easily

now I feel blessed, yeah I feel blessed

And the girls hung on your arm

And they pulled out all their charm

And you shook each and every hand

And then were gone

It's like your blessed

Oh it's like your blessed

These songs they came my way

at a time in which I questioned

the value of what we do

between impending war and unpaid bills

mine was the privilege of confusion

as for this humming in my chest

only the singing could still

it's like you're blessed, oh it's like you're blessed