I left the bar a bit after midnight
Nothing on me but a chip and a scrape
Blood on my hands seemed to spell out "you're alright"
But you were warning me to expect delays
You said, "look again at the chalk it's an outline –
Of everything you are but your face."
Come on and help me out
I'm making history down south
Come on and help me out
Can't catch your breath if you're hardly breathing
Please, god take me back inside
Because I remember near to nothing
And you all look like somebody just died
Come on and help me out
I'm making history down south
Come on and help me out
The singer and the drums are screaming
I hear no songs, I guess these things lie
Does life go on like some boiled dream or
Was that all it, just me waiting to die
I never saw no American movie
Without the eyes of an American man
I want to save the world in my pj's
Can I just do it, yeah, I think I just can
Come on and help me out
I'm making history down south
Come on and help me out
A little faith, yeah, a bit of romance
I guess don't add up to much more than lies
Wanted to dance but I hardly loved you
Let alone knew you, or gave you the time
Jenna, Jenna, bells are ringing
Can't believe that you're still sleeping
Jenna, Jenna, bells are ringing
Can't you hear your demons screaming?
Let it go, your noose is waiting
Dead and gone and still complaining
Let it go, your noose is waiting
Dead and gone and still complaining
Let it go, your noose is waiting
Dead and gone and still complaining
Let it go and
Dead and gone and
Let it go and