{Whoo-ooh Goooo...}
Hands up and don’t you make a sound
Shotgun is
I was drunk, sober, tarnished and pure
All I ever wanted
I met a man named Byron Black
And he carried his
Across these highways
And deadend roads
You wandered down
For somewhere now
You're probably sick of being tired
You can't find the strength
Divine intervention
So few and far between
Like lightning when it touches
I was waiting
Watching every single move
On the wire I cling
I don't know if we'll make it home
All we can
All my trials and tribulations
Have led me to one realization
That
Through the longest night, by this candle-light
We stand to cut
Tonight I have decided that
There's only one way out
And I
If there's a light, leave it on
If there's a way
Somehow
I never thought I'd come back around
I never thought I'd