I left the bar a bit after midnight Nothing on me but a chip and a scrape Blood on my hands seemed to spell out "you're alright" But you were warning me to expect delays You said, "look again at the chalk it's an outline – Of everything you are but your face." Come on and help me out I'm making history down south Come on and help me out Can't catch your breath if you're hardly breathing Please, god take me back inside Because I remember near to nothing And you all look like somebody just died Come on and help me out I'm making history down south Come on and help me out The singer and the drums are screaming I hear no songs, I guess these things lie Does life go on like some boiled dream or Was that all it, just me waiting to die I never saw no American movie Without the eyes of an American man I want to save the world in my pj's Can I just do it, yeah, I think I just can Come on and help me out I'm making history down south Come on and help me out A little faith, yeah, a bit of romance I guess don't add up to much more than lies Wanted to dance but I hardly loved you Let alone knew you, or gave you the time Jenna, Jenna, bells are ringing Can't believe that you're still sleeping Jenna, Jenna, bells are ringing Can't you hear your demons screaming? Let it go, your noose is waiting Dead and gone and still complaining Let it go, your noose is waiting Dead and gone and still complaining Let it go, your noose is waiting Dead and gone and still complaining Let it go and Dead and gone and Let it go and