Turn To You

When the days feel long, you sleep 'em all through You're sleeping hours by the many, but you dream 'em by the few There's no coin for the spending, and surely none to spare You try to give all that you've got, but it seems there's nothing there There's a map up on the wall that's just as stuck as you You're throwing darts at destinations letting lady luck choose You've turned to booze, bedding, gambling with hands bound to lose Now my hands are tied behind me think it's best I turn to you Time took my smile Money took my time Tried to make the most of both And lost 'em both along the line While I'm still standing, with nothing left to lose Nowhere left to turn I think it's best I turn to you Now I'm some truck along the backroad, that seems never moves That's rusted all to red now and running on fumes You're the light inside my car telling me I'm running out Never thought to even look passed every station in this town I've turned to pride, luck, and prayer none could make me move Now my pride has turned to shame I think it's best I turn to you Time took my smile Money took my time Tried to make the most of both And lost 'em both along the line While I'm still standing, with nothing left to lose Nowhere left to turn I think it's best I turn to you...