Lyrics Happenstance - Maria Taylor

Happenstance

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