I'm Gettin By (Live Recording)

Words and Music By Karl Sky
Copyright 2001 Karl Sky / BMI

Sunday afternoon,
and I'm sittin on my bedroom floor
the sunlight's warm upon my skin

It must be 10 below,
cause the frost has etched my windowpane
into a flower of distant spring

Chorus:
Sometimes I cry
when nature reveals
all of its secrets that it keeps concealed
An angel of love
right out of the blue
caressed my emotions
after all I'd been through
I'm Gettin By

As darkness settles in
and stretches cross the snowy plain
the old dog's barkin at the wind

I turn the porchlight on
and latch the deadbolt for the night
only hoping that the phone might ring

Chorus