I’ve held the hand of the devil.
I’ve held the hand of God.
Is there still time to save my soul?
I’ve placed a rose on a grave.
And talked to the wind.
Have I been living in a dream or a nightmare?
I am getting one step closer to heaven.
I’m simple as dirt and just as old.
I’ve begged for forgiveness, it didn’t do any good.
I still believe in better days.
Is happiness only a state of mind?
Is the world going crazy, or is it only me?
I got to leave this heart behind.
It’s so dark in my head.
I’m a dead man walking.
I’m riding on a trail of flames.
Where do I want to be put into the ground?
I’m not ready to cross that finish line.