Longshot

when i was the one with the ruined look

clustering around my face and

every last corner of the day was bruised and gray

who drove tired in the rain

just to dump my gin down the drain

arguing me back from the ledge,

i can still hear you say:

"every single thing is bound to come and go"

[Chorus:]

woah everything collides

and the rain starts falling down

it's a longshot longshot

but underdogs don't drown

woah step into the bullets

but never touch the ground

it's a longshot longshot

be we won't be shot down

so who's this with the car collision ache

and the very last dime

telling they can't keep guard one more blood night

don't you know i am coming

with the lucky strikes and something

you used to say now tell me if i got it right:

"every single thing is bound to come and go"

so people do weird things to each other

that the consolation book doesn't cover

and if this night's been practicing you

in a page of rain on the old war wound

flatline blue and the taste of loss

call me i'll wade the tides with you boss

we will take this flood apart

and drag this lake for its watery heat