04) Whatever Just Happens
(Featuring Paul Fairlie on Spanish Guitar)

On the path of least resistance,
drifiting slowly wherever it goes,
wondering what might have happened
if not choosing was not what you chose.
Spilled from triumph to disaster
as a virtue turns into a vice,
hard to tell which way it's tumbling
when you live inside of the dice.

(Chorus)
Wherever she goes
is where providence pleases.
The slightest of breezes
and she's on her way,
but wherever she goes,
whatever she sees
is whatever just happens
to happen that day.

Blessed with all the bare essentials,
seldom shooting for very much more,
drifting down an endless hallway
never trying to open the doors.

(Chorus)

Sometimes your fortunes are lucky indeed,
and they carry you off to wherever you need,
but the rest of the time,
your fate has been sealed
by hanging on to the cards
when it's your turn to deal.

All your horses stand at ready,
though you've never taken their reins.
Doesn't matter how far you've you've travelled
if you never get off of the train.

(chorus)

(Photo: Rianne de Vaan)

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