Dead To Me

Planned my getaway to Phoenix

Ten dollars for a greyhound bus

A small price to pay to know he's up in flames

For what he's done to us

Every strike pushed me further

To the point of no return

When he took my hand, he took my life

And now I'll give him what he's earned

But who am I to right his wrongs

Or is this what I've become

From the only daughter of a gospel-preaching man

Why would I go on the run

I could forgive all that he's done

But either way, he will always be

Dead to me

Never thought that I'd find peace

On the wrong end of a gun

If I get my way, I'll send him back to where he's from

And he'll have to rest with what he's done

But who am I to right his wrongs

Or is this what I've become

From the only daughter of a gospel-preaching man

Why would I go on the run

I could forgive all that he's done

But either way, he will always be

Dead to me

But who am I to right his wrongs

Or is this what I've become

From the only daughter of a gospel-preaching man

Why would I go on the run

I could forgive all that he's done

But either way, he will always be

Dead to me

Planned my getaway to Phoenix

Ten dollars for a greyhound bus