Late night, br

akes lock, hea

r the tires sq

ueal

Red light, can

't stop so I s

pin the wheel
             
My world goes 

              
black before I

 
 feel an angel

 lift me up
            
And I open blo

            
odshot eyes in


to 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 wor

ds are not eno

ugh
    
I'm left here 

with the quest

ion of just
            
What have I to

              
 show except t

   
he promises I 

never kept?
             
I lie here sha

              
king on this b

      
ed, under the 

weight of my r

egrets

[Chorus]
           
I hope that I 

              
will never let

               
 you down
           
I know that th

              
is can be more

            
 than just fla

             
shing lights a

   
nd sound

            
Look around an

              
d you'll see t

              
hat at times i

  
t feels like n

o one really c

ares
             
It gets me dow

              
n but I'm stil

             
l gonna try to

              
 do what's rig

    
ht, I know tha

t there's
              
A difference b

           
etween sleight

              
 of hand, and 


giving everyth

ing you have
             
There's a line

              
 drawn in the 

      
sand, I'm work

ing up the wil

l to cross it 

and

[Chorus]


Rhetoric can't

 raise the dea

d
              
I'm sick of al

     
ways talking w

hen there's no

 change

Rhetoric can't

 raise the dea

d
             
I'm sick of em

              
pty words, let

           
's lead and no

  
t follow


Late night, br

akes lock, hea

r the tires sq

ueal

Red light, can

't stop so I s

pin the wheel
             
My world goes 

              
black before I

 
 feel an angel

 steal me from

 the
            
Greedy jaws of

              
 death and cha

         
nce, and pull 

me in with ste

ady hands
             
They've given 

              
me a second ch

          
ance, the arti

st in the ambu

lance

[Chorus]

            
Can we pick yo

          
u off the grou

              
nd, more than 

           
flashing light

      
s and sound