Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, canand't stop, so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i
feel an angel lift me up
And i open bloodshot eyes
into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights
close the doors, and i am gone
Now i lay here owing my life
to a stranger, and i realize
that empty words are not enough
iand'm left here with the question of just
What have i to show except
the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed
under the weight of my regrets
And i hope...that i will never let you down
and i know...that this can be more than just
flashing lights and sound...
Look around and youand'll see that at times
it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down, but iand'm still gonna try to do
whatand's right, i know that thereand's a
Difference between sleight of hand
and giving everything you have
thereand's a line drawn in the sand
iand'm working up the will to cross it
And i hope...that i will never let you down
and i know...that this can be more than just
flashing lights and sound...
Rhetoric canand't raise the dead, iand'm sick of always
talking...when thereand's no change
rhetoric canand't raise the dead, iand'm sick of empty words
letand's lead, and not follow
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, canand't stop, so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i
feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance
and pull me in with steady hands
theyand've given me a second chance
the artist in the ambulance
And i hope...that i will never let you down
and i know...that this can be more than just
flashing lights and sound...
Can we pick you off the ground?
more than flashing lights and sound...