Even Christ Himself would cringe at the sight of your scars
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours
And I lost it all, I lost it all
While you're counting sheep, I'll count my lucky stars
Tongue tied, bleeding from your eyes
Your standby flight has just arrived
Burned out on 2 hours of shut eye
You were the last good thing I ever saw
Headwind, cold rain to wake me