meg hutchinson
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