Travis Morrison - Sentimental Man lyrics

There is no heaven and there is no hell No limbo in-between -- I think it's all a lie Just a white light out to velvet black And back to neutral gray -- that's all when we die There is no fate that divides our day No spirits hard at work, no unseen hand at play People talk like it's a given thing I dunno what they mean -- nor, I suspect, do they I guess that's ok But how do you know I'm not a sentimental man? Is it really so hard to see these things? I guess it is I couldn't tell you why, I think it's right there Nobody's perfect, but I'm doing what I can And you best believe I'll keep it real I'm an old testament type of guy I like my coffee black, and my parole denied Even as I flake on every deal I ever made with myself, before the ink could dry Well I should keep that one inside... How do you know I'm not a sentimental man? Is it really so hard to catch that vibe? I guess it is I couldn't tell you why, I think it's plain to see Certain disaster, and I really couldn't say how the f** I could let this get So far How do you know that I'm not your biggest fan? Can you really make that case so clear? I think you can't I don't know why you try, I guess it's all a game I'm under the covers and I'm telling you good night Cause I plan to have some real fine dreams