Lyrics

I see myself on a stage in Nashville
Pursuing that dream
The days wane longer and
I shall not be released

I'm a man who's done a little good
But I walk through the life alone
How will I ever find my sense of safety?
I surely do not always know

Well my uncles have now all gone through the portals of the grave
I shall soon follow suit
Will I just be a footnote in somebody's biography about
How I never made anything of myself?

Lord can I turn my life to you?
I don't know, I try but I resist
I've got questions on my mind

I've tried to have music save me before
Writing a song seems to purge the soul
What else can I do if I don't do this?
I'll just keep all of this bottled up inside

Well I suppose I could go through life
Like I got a big mask on
And I will be a good soldier
And I shall surely soldier on

Lord can I turn my life to you?
I don't know, I try but I resist
Broken halos hanging from the radio
Restless angels humming what I don't know
I've got questions on my mind
Questions on my mind

Well I guess the job of the artist is to bleed themself
So all can witness we are one
Do you see yourself in the blood right here?
I cannot do another thing