Thrice - The artist in the ambulance

^EmLate night, brakes lock, hear the tires ^Csqueal Red light, can't stop so I spin the ^Gwheel My world goes black before I f^Deel an angel lift me up And I ^Emopen bloodshot ey^Ces into fluorescent white They f^Glip the siren, hit the lights, c^Dlose the doors and I am ^Emgone

Now I l^Emay here owing my life to a s^Ctranger And I realize that e^Gmpty words are not enough I'm le^Dft here with the question of just ^EmWhat have I to show except the p^Cromises I never kept? I ^Glie here shaking on this bed, u^Dnder the weight of my regrets

I h^Cope that I will never let you d^Emown ^D I k^Cnow that this can be more than just f^Emlashing li^Dghts and s^Cound

^EmLook around and you'll see that at times it f^Ceels like no one really cares ^GIt gets me down but I'm still gonna try to d^Do what's right, I know that there's a d^Emifference between sleight of hand, and g^Civing everything you have ^GThere's a line drawn in the sand, I'm w^Dorking up the will to cross it and

I h^Cope that I will never let you d^Emown ^D I k^Cnow that this can be more than just f^Emlashing li^Dghts and s^Cound

^EmRhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of always t^Calking when there's no change ^EmRhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of empty w^Dords, let's lead^C and not f^Dollow

^EmLate night, brakes lock, hear the tires ^Csqueal Red light, can't stop so I spin the ^Gwheel My world goes black before I f^Deel an angel steal me from the ^EmGreedy jaws of death and chance, and p^Cull me in with steady hands They've g^Given me a second chance, the a^Drtist in the ambulance

I h^Cope that I will never let you d^Emown ^D I k^Cnow that this can be more than just f^Emlashing li^Dghts and s^Cound Can we p^Emick you ^Doff the g^Cround, more than f^Emlashing l^Dights and s^Cound