Lyrics:

Isn't that the way it goes?
Just when everything seems clear
Someone opens up the holes
You watch the bottom disappear

And all the Angels over me they laugh about my common sense
Written down in magazines...this must be the finer things

Could it really come from God?
Every little twist of fate
Or is it just a random thought?
Guiding every step I make

And while we're lying in the dark, every touch is poetry
Let your love invade my dreams...this must be the finer things

Could it ever be better than this?
Could it ever be better than this?
Than this...

I cannot remember you
Ever looking so serene
Maybe what inspires you
could once again inspire me

And all the voices in my head they sing to me of second chance
Lift me up on borrowed wings...this must be the finer things

The finer things
The finer things





Musicians:
Todd Thibaud: Acoustic guitar, vocals
Rick Harris: Electric Guitars
Jeff St. Pierre: Bass
Milt Sutton: Drums

Additional Musicians:
Neal Casal: Guitars, backing vocals
John Ginty: Organ, Wurlitzer, Piano
Greg Lietz: Pedal steel guitar

Produced by Jim Scott & Todd Thibaud
Recorded and mixed by Jim Scott
Re-mixed by Jordan D'alessio
Recorded at Sound City, Van Nuys, CA
Mixed at Ocean Way, CA
Additional recording by J. Dalessio
at Sound Techniques, Boston MA
Re-mixed at Pie Studios, Glen Cove, NY