Hey.

A kiss for the miles to drive, a prayer for when it rains,
One shot of perspective, a couple more to kill the pain,
When all the best metaphors are hitting too close to home,
When all the best metaphors are bleeding from your bones.

I'm gonna die a failure, but to happiness awake,
You can go to sleep in Hell and wake up at Heaven's gate,
Think of all that we miss today, that lay right before our eyes,
Think of all that fades away in the hard-pressed compromise.

And this is dangerous terrain we're attempting to traverse,
And it's a crying shame, but it could be a lot worse.

So you proceed with caution, though you're mumbling in the dark,
And that one shot of perspective has finally hit your heart.

Faith, she's a whistling train, running hard in the dark,
Hope is like a thing untamed; gonna lay to waste your heart,
Love's a little bit of God, there for all to know,
Love's the everlasting arms that never do let go.

And this is dangerous terrain we're attempting to traverse,
It's a crying shame, but it could be a lot worse,
And it's a crying shame, but it could be a lot worse.

A lot worse,
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah,
A lot worse.