It's the color of dawn
That gets me every time
And it's no surprise
That i finally feel alright

And my face is warm
And red as the day i's born
Been cryin 'and flailing around
For fucking 30 something years now

It's that bruise blue that turns to orange
A picture better never drawn
it's easy to get lost in this pain, you know
It's my own damn fault

And I still feel high—
There'll always be another hill to climb
I want to call you mine
As long as I can, so long as you don't mind

My recklessness and the heaviness
Of going for broke and then (maybe) ending up penniless
Well, this unkept bed has seen inside my head
And I'm losing sleep dreaming of being better, yeah

Well, I wonder if the sun's as warm as your laughter
When it's showing in the corners of your eyes
But I think that you'll make it to wherever it is you're headin'
And to be sure I got a car that'll make the drive

It's the smell of a lawn
Freshly cut and I'm holding on
Feeling good until I see my flaws
Getting high's good until the moment you fall

Like a clear night sky
With all the holes through which I see the light
It's just another awful pretty song that I'll write
That might make even Hank Williams cry, or maybe he'd smile…for a while.

Well, I wonder if the sun's as warm as your laughter
When it's showing in the corners of your eyes
But I think that you'll make it to whereever it is you're headed
And to be sure, I got a car that'll make the drive

Well, what's left will be alright
At least to get us by for the night
You should see how bright she shines
It's getting better now that I'm tryin'
I don't think this'll ever die
I could tell you, show you the reason why, alright