The Artist In The Ambulance

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop, so i spin the wheel
My world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone

Now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

I hope that i will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right,
I know that there's a difference between sleight of hand..
..and giving everything you have