Waiting on a black car to take me from my home
Bags are in the hall and the dog is at the door
For a hundred days
She will wonder where her other mother went
And I will spread my name
Like a gambler praying for some providence

Sitting in a black car thinking of my father
Trying to live my dreams and not forget to call
Who knows how few days
we have left to live to love someone at all?
If I'm first to the grave
I am proud of what I gave, I am proud

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Thinking of a black car that'll take away my pain
My mind, it gets dark and I get blinded by my shame
I do not fear death
but I will not steal the blade out of his hands
I will stay my course, turn my pain into beauty when I can