Composer: Russ Worstell, James Rundle, Anthony Taylor, Alan O'Corcráin
Lyrics
Back when you said your days were numbered
So certain with death, but so unencumbered
Oh, I've never felt so cold
Too young to be so old
What's left for me
If you're on your way out, who do I turn to now
I realize how selfish that sentiment sits in your head
And in my heart, as I watch your body fall apart
I'll prop you up to be the man you always were to me
I can't believe
We all settle for a God, in our wildest dreams
Who sits and punishes us, one and all, over nothing
That breakdown isn't sin, no it's simple attrition
and I won't see him again, so don't tell me there's something after
If you're on your way out, who do I turn to now
I realize how selfish that notion is sits like a stone
Buried inside your heart, and I know someday I'll fall apart
As my vision blurs, my hearing dulls, and once again I return to the cold
That's what you get
A lifetime full of regrets
That's what you get
A life they will all forget