Waitin′ 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 wentAnd I will spread my name, like a gambler prayin' for some providence
Sittin′ in a black car thinkin' of my father
Tryin' 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
Thinkin′ 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 hand
I will stay my course, turn my pain into beauty when I can
