Comfort In Suffering

So often I'd stand on my front porch

and I'd watch the car wrecks all night long

it's Christmas Eve, and I've

had too much to drink

the house is quiet

and neat

and I can't help

but to think

our tires are spinning

soaring through the air

I see your face, out of control

so calm, but you're not scared

the song on the radio is perfect

we're floating through the air

but you're not scared

some cars, they drive by

way too fast

while others, they play it safe

and I play it safe now

the tires are spinning

soaring through the air

I see your face, out of control

so calm, but you're not scared

the song on the radio's perfect

you're floating through the air

and you're not scared