A Man Who Was Gonna Die Young

I like fast cars and sharp dreams

Chased a lot of crazy things

Left behind my share of broken pieces

This morning I turned thirty-six

When you just remember half of it

You wonder how you outlived Hank or Jesus

I put the rage in the river

The roll in the thunder

But you kept me from goin' under

When that current got too heavy

I always thought I’d be a heap of metal

In a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal

Sold for parts like a junkyard rusted out Chevy

Fear, I’ve had none, what the hell made you wanna love

A man who was gonna die young

In the mirror, I saw my surprise

Who knew gray hairs liked to hide

On a head, didn’t think he’d live past thirty

If I make it thirty more, it’s the brown that you’ll be looking for

As you run your fingers through it

Say, slow down, honey

I put the rage in the river

The roll in the thunder

But you kept me from goin' under

When that current got too heavy

I always thought I’d be a heap of metal

In a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal

Sold for parts like a junkyard rusted out Chevy

Fear, I’ve had none, what the hell made you wanna love

A man who was gonna die young

Call it intuition

Or call it crazy

Just thought by now I’d be pushing up daisies

But I’d gladly stick around if we’re together

So, baby, when you bow your head tonight

Could you tell the Lord I’ve changed my mind?

And with you, I’d like to live forever