Last Call Ambulance
Coffee cold on the
steering wheel
Two A.M. and the sirens still feel real
Thirty years watching highway lines bend
Pulling strangers back
from the bitter end
My hands don't shake
when the monitor screams
I save the trembling for my
dreams (yeah)
There's a heavy red line
running through the pines
Counting the souls I couldn't leave behind
Wash the blood from the dashboard glass
Lord, give me strength to let the ghosts pass
Saw the sun rise up on an empty
cot
Thinking on the prayers that the morning forgot
Badge in my pocket and the radio squawks
Another lonely call while the county
talks
There's a heavy red line
running through the pines
Counting the souls I couldn't leave behind
Wash the blood from the dashboard glass
Lord, give me strength to let the ghosts pass
(Lord let 'em pass)
Radio clicks...
ten-eight, I'm heading home
(Lord, carry
me home)