Outlook

Young, American mechanic

Turns his back on blood and spreads open his chest

There's no point in being high and mighty

Broken down on the side of the highway

You followed your path and it led you here

Now, you do your work in a neighbor's driveway

Picture's still hanging from her rearview mirror

Distracted by a past so far behind

You've got the power to drive around here a hundred miles an hour

And I'm not impressed anymore, or any less

And that feels good, mark that down

That feels good, right there, like that, let's mark that down

Usually, we'd have to go down to Georgia

It's unexpected, though, so we take care of it up here

You know that I would go anywhere for you

If I got the news no one wants to hear

It breaks me up thinking back to last Wednesday

It breaks me up thinking that's how it goes

Will this be the last time it happens?

Close your eyes, no one knows

What I meant to happen on your birthday

Offering shelter from the attack

I believe once you go to the doctor's

There is no going back

You've got the power to drive around here a hundred miles an hour

And I'm not impressed anymore, or any less

And that feels good, mark that down

That feels good, right there, like that

Let's mark that down

That feels good, mark that down

That feels good, right there, like that

Let's mark that down

That feels good, let's mark that down

That feels good, right there, like that

Let's mark that down

Same old story, so distracted

And I drove right past the exit

Circled back to learn a lesson

And I still got a couple questions

In my heart, there's a hole

And I fill it up with smoke

I got no control, just get old

And I watch it take its toll