Woke up on my birthday and came to realise
So much of my life has come and gone
I guess I don’t have much to show for all the things I’ve done
But I still think there’s better days to come
If I had an angel’s wings, would I even leave the ground?
If I had a ladder up, would I climb or fall back down?
Are there any higher things than what chain me to the ground?
How many chances do I get to turn it all around?
There’s a laundry list of my mistakes and a pile of dirty clothes
And whiskers turnin’ gray before my eyes
My wife’s in this bed next to me, but the space between us grows
And she don’t know I hear her when she crys
If I had an angel’s wings, would I even leave the ground?
If I had a ladder up, would I climb or fall back down?
Are there any higher things than what chain me to the ground?
How many chances do I get to turn it all around?
Well I’m older than Jesus but still dumber than hell
And I’m so tired of fightin’ this war with myself
If I had an angel’s wings, would I even leave the ground?
If I had a ladder up, would I climb or fall back down?
Are there any higher things than what chain me to the ground?
How many chances do I get to turn it all around?
How many chances do I get to turn it all around?