(R.J. Johnson/Johnston)  spittin on the last card down  spittin on the last card down  picking up the pieces of a life (one thing remains)  a torn and frayed will to survive  but the faith might move along (along)  to be honest I've been shaking hands too long  with an empty promise  did I see you caught up in a landslide  a tender beacon in my darkest hour  spittin on  spittin on the last card down  spittin on the last card down  putting up the struggle of a life (so much can change)  hands that show their fill of disguise  but the faith might move along  to be honest I've been shakin hands too long  with an empty promise  forced to breathe discarded to a new life  you draw a breath from the moment that meets the air  spittin on  spittin on the last card down  spittin on the last card down