From Sick To Fit As A Fiddle

[Intro]
[slow
Aching violin]
[soft room hiss
Breath in]
[Verse 1]
Woke up counting ceiling cracks
Every cough felt like a verdict
Doctor said
"You gotta rest"
So I just stared at the curtains
Coffee cold on the bedside
Pills lined up like little storms
I was halfway here
Halfway gone
Living in a waiting room
[Chorus]
From sad to happy
From down to up high
From sick to healthy as a horse
Right as rain
Under clear blue sky
Now I'm fit as a fiddle
Every step
A little more mine
From sad to happy
I crossed that crooked line
[Verse 2]
Day by day
The fever broke
Sweat gave way to quiet sleep
First small walk around the block
Air so sharp it made me weep
Laughed too hard
I had to sit
But my lungs held every word
Called my friends
Said
"I’m still here"
Voice the strongest sound I’d heard
[Chorus]
From sad to happy
From down to up high
From sick to healthy as a horse
Right as rain
Under clear blue sky
Now I'm fit as a fiddle
Every step
A little more mine
From sad to happy
I crossed that crooked line
[Bridge]
I don’t bless the pain
But I bless these hands
That shake less now
As I make new plans
[Chorus]
From sad to happy
From down to up high
From sick to healthy as a horse
Right as rain
Under clear blue sky
Now I'm fit as a fiddle
Every breath
A borrowed light prize
From sad to happy
I finally rise (oh I rise)

Slow, mournful solo violin over sparse upright bass, then a gentle acoustic guitar joins as the mood lifts. Male vocals in a low, Leonard Cohen–style half-spoken tone; first verse close and intimate, almost whispered. Chorus opens into a brighter major-key groove with brushed drums, light piano, and subtle backing harmonies that smile around the lead. Final repeat adds hand percussion and a small gang vocal on the hook for a quietly triumphant ending., low, happy, sad, deep, vocal, violin