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 goneNow 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 regretsI hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and soundLook 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 andI hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and soundRhetoric 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 followLate 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 ambulanceI hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and soundCan we pick you off the ground
More than flashing lights and sound