Why should I live in history?
Condemned to a life of coulda been.
I quit takin' dope, I quit drinking whisky
I quit takin' chances
I gave her the ring my mother gave me
She said meet at the station 4.30.
So I sit here waiting patiently
Why should I live in history?

When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road
When angels' wings run
Out of veins, looks like I'm blindsided once again
Why should I live in history?
Give away my gun and join the scene
Resurrection mary's gonna set me free
Now, I'm a believer.

But this mockingbird is mocking me
She's four hours late and I'm all at sea
One little taste is all it takes
To get me back to history
When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road
When angels' wings run out of veins, looks like I'm blindsided once again.

If I gave a dam what you thought;
I'd give you the bottle and ask
Now the streets are dead and I'm ashamed
Think I'll go call upon my past
I'm all out of hope, I'm all out of you
There's nothing left - there's nothing new
And your judgement day is long past due
Now what am I supposed to do?

Why should I live in history?
Underneath this tin foil moon
I just got tired waiting round
For you to change your tune
It's my desire for your company
If only time would let me be,
And stop the world from stopping me
Why should I live in history?

When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road
When angels' wings run out
Of veins, looks like I'm blindsided once again.
When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road
When angels' wings run out of veins, looks like I'm blindsided once again.