I’ll Be Ready

by Kristen Tivey

Genre: Singer-Songwriter

Lyrics

I stole my first breath from the hospital room as I wept.
I was alive, alive, a surprise with a red head.
And I stole my first sight from the leave outside
From my mother’s eyes and my daddy’s smile.

And I stole my first heart in kindergarten
Dreams of a marriage and a house with a garden.
I never expected it to be stolen in return,
Stayin’ up late watching my candle burn.

Whiskey reddens my roots
Deadens the truth
This has nothing to do with you
I’ll be ready when I want to.

Whiskey reddens my roots
Deadens the truth
This has nothing to do with you
I’ll be ready when I want to.

And I stole my first chord from a band of boys
I never met, out in western Massachusetts,
It went a little like this

And I stole my first song from a love lasted too long.
All my friends and my boyfriend asking me what’s wrong,
well I never expected to be asking in return.
Stayin’ up late watching my candle burn.

Whiskey reddens my roots
Deadens the truth
This has nothing to do with you
I’ll be ready when I want to.

Whiskey reddens my roots
Deadens the truth
This has nothing to do with you
I’ll be ready when I want.

When I learned how to run I forgot how to walk.
When I learned how to sing I forgot how to talk.
And when I started lying I couldn’t stop.
And each day it gets me further from the top.

Whiskey reddens my roots
It deadens the truth
This has nothing to do with you
I’ll be ready when i want.

Whiskey reddens my roots
Deadens the truth
This has nothing to do with you
I’ll be ready when I want to.