Lyrics by John Pio
Music by Colin Peterson

A memory is a delicate thing
design a tale to remove the sting
don't ruminate on things not said or done

I'd never say forget your past
but don't let it cloud the things you need 
I take things in stride you see

With age our scars are slow to show
a chilling loss we will always know
but on we roll although with shaking hands

Get off your ass and be a man
you know a grudge can only kill you
take things in stride like me

Nickel plated pistol
with a roller bearing action heel
it's only right to seek the proper end

On her knees or on her back
the cost outweighs the price
it takes to feel (like a man again)
in stride for the wage of sin