Blindsided

Why should I live in history?

Condemned To a life of coulda been

I quit takin' dope, I quit drinking whiskey

I quit takin' chances

I gave her the ring my mother gave me

She said meet at the station 4:30

So I sit here waiting, patiently

Why should I live in history?

When the world shines up dirt

And calls it coal

They're selling the light at the church

At the end of the road

When angel's wings run out of veins

Looks like I'm blindsided once again

Why should I live in history?

Gave away my gun and joined the scene

Resurrection Mary's gonna set me free

Now, I'm a believer

But this mocking bird is mocking me

She's four hours late and I'm all at sea

One little taste is all it takes

To get me back to history

When the world shines up dirt

And calls it coal

They're selling the light at the church

At the end of the road

When angel's wings run out of veins

Looks like I'm blindsided once again

If I gave a damn of what you thought

I'd give you the bottle and ask

Now the streets are dead and I'm ashamed

Think I'll go call upon my past!

I'm all out of hope

I'm all out of you

There's nothing left

There's nothing new

And your judgement day is long past due

Now what am I supposed to do

Why should I live in history?

Underneath this tin foil moon

I just got tired of waiting around

For you to change your tune

In my desire for your company

If only time would let me be

And stop the world from stopping me

Why should I live in history?

When the world shines up dirt

And calls it coal

They're selling the light at the church

At the end of the road

When angel's wings run out of veins

Looks like I'm blindsided once again