Jesus, take the wheel So give me one more chance Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati on a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy with the

And now I recognize your face and my folly For longer days and nights this strange redemption' With words you've bled me dry Now dust falls from these wounds Into the airless night I'm cast Hear me call you I know I can't create a lie you won't see

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger So I go straight at opponents' heads with

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Let it be me. I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling to someone Now and forever Each time we meet love I find complete love

And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

We are born like this It's not what I took from you It's not what I stole The time has come to change this To make the life we know They took what we were given Somewhere, someone's god is laughing It's not what I gave to you It's not what I sold

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress