when i was the one with the ruined look
  clustering around my face and
  every last corner of the day was bruised and gray
  who drove tired in the rain
  just to dump my gin down the drain
  arguing me back from the ledge,
  i can still hear you say:
    "every single thing is bound to come and go"
    [Chorus:]
  woah everything collides
  and the rain starts falling down
  it's a longshot longshot
  but underdogs don't drown
  woah step into the bullets
  but never touch the ground
  it's a longshot longshot
  be we won't be shot down
    so who's this with the car collision ache
  and the very last dime
  telling they can't keep guard one more blood night
  don't you know i am coming
  with the lucky strikes and something
  you used to say now tell me if i got it right:
    "every single thing is bound to come and go"
    so people do weird things to each other
  that the consolation book doesn't cover
  and if this night's been practicing you
  in a page of rain on the old war wound
  flatline blue and the taste of loss
  call me i'll wade the tides with you boss
  we will take this flood apart
  and drag this lake for its watery heat