Lyrics

I started it all with a Marlboro spark,
And a pawn-shop guitar that I played after dark,
Chasin’ a taste of her perfume and wine,
But I’m burning it up, get it wrong every time.

I started the Lone Star to sharpen my grin,
With a pen in my hand and a head full of sins,
Writing a verse with her name on the page,
But it’s never enough when you’re locked in the cage.

I started the speed just to outrun the drums,
And the man with the pills carried on with the fun,
The scripts running dry and the meth’s running lean,
And the night turned a colour the days' never seen.

So I baptised the pain with a fifth of the rye,
And I toasted my ghosts like the Fourth of July,
And I rolled up the past then I smoked it away,
And I quit all the getting and lived for the grace.

There’s a crack in the mirror where the young man, he once stood,
And he hears his mamas prayer, and she’s just wishing that he would,
Sixty years rides so heavy when the world is wearing thin,
You can’t outrun the devil, if you always let him in.

There’s a crack in the mirror where the young man, he once stood,
And he hears his mamas prayer, and she’s just wishing that he would,
Sixty years rides so heavy when the world is wearing thin,
You can’t outrun the devil, if you always let him in.