In Nine-teen Nin- ty-nine I was first learn-ing to sin. Cranked up and hit the road to grind some gears a-gain. Break-neck and wreck-less I had a trail to blaze a-head. No count- ing cost or who I might have left for dead. Went look-ing for a ri-ver of gold when my home-town was catch-ing on fire. Left e-very-one I loved in the smoke while I got lost be-com-ing a liar. Now I'm up stream; I'm get-tin' tired. And all those birth-days when I just for-got to call. Heads were roll- ing I was a po-ster on the wall. I'm not sure what it was hang-in 'round my neck. I'm cer-tain it had plans to take what it could get. Went search-ing for the Ho-lly-wood sound while my old friends were curs-ing my name. I thought if I could burn out the sun then e-very-one would be with me in the shade. Wrong as I was, I would-n't change. And all those birth-days when I just for-got to call. I'm sit-ting on a moun-tain of guilt that I fi-nally start-ed chip-pin' a-way. Here hop-ing you could try to ab-solve all the years that I was play-ing the game. I think I'm turn-ing home-ward a-gain and I'm pray-ing you will o-pen the gates. Will you let me in, let me stay.