Beaten down by the pouring rain At least it rinses off the mortal pain The wet bullet grazed the right side of his brain Leaving him with more than a migraine Broad daylight Ain't the best time For souls to take flight It's so easy To lose sight of the good things in life Some invisible Saints have the final say As to how and when we leave this place Ancient monks have often said If you take your own life, you must Live it again Broad daylight Ain't the best time For souls to take flight It's so easy To lose sight of the good things in life When sunlight threatens to burn out your eyes, I'm going on ♪ Aw! I'm just a wreck A wreck in progress It's so easy To lose sight of the good things in life It's so easy To lose sight of the good things in life