Happenstance - Maria Taylor

Don’t unpack my bags anymore

There’s always a suitcase full

On the bedroom floor

I’m not the marrying kind

Cause I often change my mind

So I’m draped in white

Blankets with dreams of springtime

On this cold night in Alabama

On this cold night in Alabama

Happenstance, show me where to go

Through kudzu vines and powdered snow

There’s always one

That you’ll miss the most

So I’m all tucked in

Thinking of the west coast

On this cold night in Alabama

On this cold night in Alabama

On this cold night in Alabama

On this cold night in Alabama