One, two, three, four
Well the morning
Comes on fast
When you're just above the water so wake up with a gasp
Well the morning
Comes on slow
When you wake up in your mansion on the end of holy road
And I wonder
As I sit
In the seat of this old Chevy that i broke my back to get
Watch the sunrise
On this town
Watch the good guys go to work while guys like me are coming down
I choose this life
When it chose me
But it looks different to me now than how it used to on tv
I've seen the world
Made some friends
Almost lost the girl I love about a dozen times since then
I see the cross
And I see me
Hanging from my rearview mirror in this pickup where I sleep
Father take
This cup from me
I know I had too much already it's about my turn to sing
