He painted it red

And he’s starting to pray

Had things stayed the same

It wouldn’t have been this way


He sits in the bar

And stares at the monitor

Searching through the screen

Remembers to forget her.


With a hole in his heart

And a head full of liquor

He heads out the door,

Knowing nothing for sure


Speeding down the street

With windows drawn down

Suddenly he smiles

He's going to leave town.


Away with the wind

He flies past the road

There's no way of knowing

How far he could go


He painted it red

And he’s starting to pray

Had things stayed the same

It wouldn’t have been this way