It takes a long time to kill a man
Fifty-five years at least
Until he breaks down
Starts to look underground
To go off, and get him some peace
I want to die a lot quicker then that
If that's my only way out
I've been counting up the coast
Getting up on that cross
I want to know what this is all about
Father Time steals our days like a thief
There's no price that I wouldn't pay to get some relief
I've become the empty shell
Of a man I don't like so well
I am a living, breathing hell
Come on and resurrect me
I tried to drown the pain with a friend of mine
It didn't seem to help
She's got a pretty face with her wedding lace
But I'm still waking up with myself
I know what it means to choke it down
Down until your legs get weak
I know what it's like on a Saturday night
To be alone in a crowded street
Father Time steals our days like a thief
There's no price that I haven't paid to get some relief
I've become the shell of a man
I am beginning to understand
I've forgotten who I am
Come on and resurrect me
Resurrect me
Come on and resurrect me
-Jon Foreman
