Black Car

Waiting on a black car

To take me from my home

Bags are in the hall

And the dog is at the door

For a hundred days

She will wonder where her other mother went

And I will spread my name like a gambler praying for some providence

Sitting in a black car

Thinking of my father

Trying to live my dreams

And not forget to call

Who knows how few days we have left to live to love someone at all?

If I'm first to the grave, I am proud of what I gave

I am proud

Thinking of a black car

That'll take away my pain

My mind it gets dark

And I get blinded by my shame

I do not fear death, but I will not steal the blade out of his hands

I will stay my course turn my pain into beauty when I can