Songtext The artist in the ambulance Dustin Kensrue

The artist in the ambulance

"The Artist In The Ambulance" Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enoughI'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never keptà
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets [Chorus:]I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there'sA difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you haveThere's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and [Chorus] Rhetoric can't raise the deadI'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the deadI'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady handsThey've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance [Chorus] Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound