There Goes the Devil

There goes the devil, telling me to lie again, puts his arm around me, says its alright to pretend that you can get more than you give

And he wears a raincoat, that celebrities have autographed because they're working for him on his special staff, he gets a couple more every week

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

There goes the devil, creeping in my life's design, where does it get you, being such a damn nice guy
I've been trying to reach you, ever since you bought that suit and tie

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

I started out helping others, we started out sisters brothers, and all of my time was taken, all of my taxes paid and
I'm not my brother's keeper, staring at the old grim reaper waving down his blade at me, telling me I can't succeed

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

I got the letter that you left in my mailbox, sometimes love ain't meant to last forever
It turns me back into the stone man I was before
Been diving back into that Tennessee Whiskey, at least it has the decency to tell me it missed me
Open all my windows lock the front door

And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head
I'm holding on, I'm holding on, and letting you go

Too numb to feel the wind across my face, too blind to see the shadows dancing in their place
Too wise to ever let you walk back in through the door

And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head
I'm holding on, I am holding on

I'm saying goodbye
one last time
I'm saying goodbye

It'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head

And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you back into my bed
And it'll be a cold day in hell before these thoughts of you fill up my head
I'm holding on, I am holding on
And letting you go

Go ahead and light me up
With smoke and mirrors
I would never trade my love
For all your fear
And all the cash in your pocket
Ain’t gonna save you now
Because you can’t buy a lifeboat
When the ship is going down

Everybody’s got hell to pay, everyone has got words to say
Everybody’s got a better way, but everyone has got hell to pay

What is it you hate so much
Is it that you look but you can’t touch
How dare you chase me with a hired gun
Well if somebody’s pulling that trigger
Man you better be the one

Everybody’s got hell to pay, everyone has got words to say
Everybody’s got a better way, but everyone has got hell to pay

And by the time summer was over I was done picking out clovers
Luck is hard to define
And by the time I outrun the ghost, there are ten more whispers close
That I don’t see with my eyes

Everybody’s got hell to pay, everyone has got words to say
Everybody’s just a runaway, but everybody’s got hell to pay

I made you up in my mind
Everybody’s got hell to pay

Taken lightly, we’re still coming
We both walk in, trying something

Don’t wait for the light, to be gone

I’m thinking this part of the world is gonna love you and I
Don’t it make sense not to learn to fly
I found you out here in the maze someone called it life
Now somebody else gotta play that right

On blue ridge mountains
Choosing what feels right
We use embers
As a nightlight

Don’t wait in the dark, for your day to come

I’m thinking this part of the world is gonna love you and I
Don’t it make sense not to learn to fly
I found you out here in the maze someone called this life
Now somebody else gotta play that right

And we chase sometimes
Then we strain our eyes
And we take a right
And we waste some time
If we could begin
With a safer wish
I would throw it out
And start again

I talk a big game with some smoke and fire
But all of this time you’re my one desire

I’m thinking this part of the world is gonna love you and I
Don’t it make sense not to learn to fly
I found you out here in the maze someone called this life
Now somebody else gotta play that right

Don’t it make sense not to learn to fly

Don’t it make sense not to learn to fly

Hello God, it's me again
From the house round the bend
You let me down when I thought we were friends
Hello brother, how have you been
How’s the wife how’s the kid
Man I wish we were closer but it is what it is

Cause its a long and winding road
Growing up and getting old

Hello lover from ten years ago
Our first kiss in the snow
It turns out you were colder than the wind on my nose
Hello stranger you hand me my change
Same sad look on your face
Wish that I could bring comfort but it is not my pace

Cause its a long and winding road
Growing up and we’re getting old

Hello God, it's me again
Hope you got the letters I sent
I’m just down here surviving
The best that I can

There goes the devil, telling me to lie again, puts his arm around me, says its alright to pretend that you can get more than you give

And he wears a raincoat, that celebrities have autographed because they're working for him on his special staff, he gets a couple more every week

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

There goes the devil, creeping in my life's design, where does it get you, being such a damn nice guy
I've been trying to reach you, ever since you bought that suit and tie

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

I started out helping others, we started out sisters brothers, and all of my time was taken, all of my taxes paid and
I'm not my brother's keeper, staring at the old grim reaper waving down his blade at me, telling me I can't succeed

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money