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

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just
Flashing lights and sound

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

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just
Flashing lights and sound

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

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just
Flashing lights and sound
Can we pick you off the ground?
More than flashing lights and sound