Thrice - 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
an I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

now 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 regrets

[Chorus:]
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

look 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 and

[Chorus]

rhetoric 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 follow

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 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 ambulance

[Chorus]

can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound