The Artist In The Ambulance

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal

Red light, can'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

I'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 sounds

Look around and you'll see that at times

It feels like no one really cares

It gets me down, but I'm still gonna try to do

What's right, I know that there's a

Difference between sleight of hand

And giving everything you have

There's a line drawn in the sand

I'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 sounds

Rhetoric can't raise the dead, I'm sick of always

Talking, when there's no change

Rhetoric can't raise the dead, I'm sick of empty words

Let's lead, and not follow

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal

Red light, can'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

They'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 sounds

Can we pick you off the ground?

More than flashing lights and sounds