Wrong place, wrong time" is a phrase I'm attached to Chisel it on my stone Mama 'cause it has to There's moments when strife in life eases its grip on me There's joys I've lived unknown to divinity I try to see the beauty in every bruise I've been huntin' these peaks and valleys for the spooky muse Its gift unwrapped by all is the weight of time I can never go back and change this life that's mine Pull me down from my mountain Clip my wings when I'm on top of the world Kick out the stool as I reach higher High and low is all the same to me, girl I can take it on, my heart is full Spilled and filled by the well in June So pour it on, pour it on me Pull me down from my mountain Clip my wings when I'm on top of the world Kick out the stool as I reach higher High and low is all the same to me, girl I can take it on, my heart is full Spilled and filled by the well in June So pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me Pour it on, pour it on me