catch me when you can
I'm the man you want to talk to
got 42 more days before I'm dead
if life were a bit more giving
there'd be people who'd miss us
when we're gone
but no one listens to a word we say
but what I heard
when my head was buried in the sand
could shine a light on who I really am
and I hate to pass it up
I'm just lucky I could find it
still I'd love to just rewind it
one more time
and if you said it's for nothing
I would call it good for something
just to keep you from mumbling
the wrong words
'cause what I heard
when my head was buried in the sand
could shine a light on who I really am
can I trouble you for a light
gotta win this fight
if it's wrong or if it's right
I could use your help tonight