Seabass

I spilled some salt on your coffee table
 Against the paint, the grains seemed like the stars
 But whats the difference? Luck don't exist here anymore
 It's how you choose to view everything out of your control
 I'm stuck here walking through deserts sands for promise lands
 Head back to the river running
 This bread and water should be all I keep and all I need
 Head back to the river running
 My pain would seem so small over the seas
 So to complain would be so selfish now
 But whats the difference? Luck don't exist here anymore
 It's how you choose to view everything out of your control
 I'm stuck here walking through deserts sands for promise lands
 Head back to the river running
 This bread and water should be all I keep and all I need
 Head back to the river running