Everybody's hopes had died when you were crawling on the floor
No one could keep hope alive when all they saw were wounds and woes
They remember when it went south, one instance when you're down--
Dust had settled, you moved out of town
You surrendered, then you found out...
It's a crap out, a dead man's hand, a blink in a stare;
It's lights out, an unmade plan, some bees in your hair
Do we get no points for the try?
They will all testify that everything falls around you
"Another good guy lost," is how they would describe you
"Too bad what could have been..."
You tuned out and got up again
Pretended not to care. Remembered not to care
I heard what they sold you; don't let it hold you
You can have what you want now
You need to want what you have
We need no points for the try