Pray for one last chance to prove we all belong Through the dark nights and cold days while time marches on In this life, we're running out of days We're running out of time, ignoring it's a crime No regrets, just one shot at glory Is all we got before

The forecast calls for pain Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain

Away from the light of the sun Away, I find what is real Expose the dark side When there is nothing Awakening emotional Impossible to tame Shot for shot Let the bullet penetrate me It breaks life

Shot through the heart as I lay there alone in the dark Through the heart it's all part of the game we call love Didn't somebody somewhere say I gave you everything Now here's the curtain call Shot through the heart it's all part of the game we call love

Last Friday night This Friday night Do it all again And we took too many shots Think we kissed but I forgot And got kicked out of the bar We went streaking in the park Skinny dipping in the dark

N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be If you gave me a chance I would take it It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me With every step we take, Kyoto to

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone Far beyond the dreams of everyone No light to follow A shot in the dark Does anybody know? High from the heavens I can't see the pain Does anybody care? Our truth is painted across the sky

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright No I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm

Thank God even crazy dreams come true There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you Hello, you long shots, you dark-horse runners Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers Hello, you wild magnolias just waiting to bloom I've stood at the bottom of

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad