I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu And I loved deeper And I spoke sweeter And he said "Someday I hope you get the chance To live like you were dying I went Rocky Mountain climbing And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying"

Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them If you only listen with your ears I

Pull me out of the train wreck Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out Unbreak the broken Unburn the ashes Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet Unsay these spoken words Find hope in the hopeless Laying in the silence Waiting for the sirens

Some day you'll know just how it feels Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride Like you were never nothing special Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel While you left me there twice before Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I

I am paralyzed A heart that feels no pain Addicted to the game Breaking beneath the strain The anger, the pressure You're choking down your words again Feel the nerves set in Unspoken frustration They see right through you

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

You'll never know Boy you gotta (yep, yep) Now you'll never know But if you woul'da manned up, Put your hand up, stand up, tell me how you really felt Then maybe it'd be different If you spoke I would've listened, but now I'm with somebody else And he

Home now, I'm home now But I'm home now And I'm one of those lucky ones I've been roaming round the lost and found One more mile in my shoes Spoke my hearts when I had the mind to Lost my way, trying to find truth Cross my heart and I hope to make it

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

You're face to face With the man who sold the world We never lost control We passed upon the stair We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there He said I was his friend