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
  and 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
  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
  rhetoric can't raise the dead
  i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
  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
  can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound