Greg Freeman - Totaled Lyrics

I went down to the towing and recovery
With a cardboard box to take what was left
I couldn’t pick my Toyota out of a lineup
Lost in the uniformity of violent death

In the morgue of mechanical failure
I felt nothing but a dull kind of relief
That’s where she left for the far side of forever
That’s where his body turned to ground beef

And now
Your life’s turned inside out
Some people never hear the sound
As they crash out
When the end’s running ahead of time
And disorder doesn’t owe you a single dime

And now
You’re a memory pulled out
You- with dollars pinned to your blouse
Passed out
In a bar in New Orleans
And then again sometime in 2017

Is it something conditioned or a basic human instinct
To better rationalize 40,000 deaths a year than just one
And how do you understand the impossible luck that’s found you
Picking out the coins from your totaled hit-and-run?

And now
Life hits quicker than doubt
And regret fills the cracks like grout
We’re tapped out
So baby
Don’t leave me hanging tonight
Baby
Don’t leave me hanging tonight
Baby
Don’t leave me hanging
Tonight

And now
Life hits quicker than doubt
And regret fills the cracks like grout
We’re tapped out
So baby
Don’t keep me guessing tonight
Baby
Don’t keep me guessing tonight
As to whether I am dead or alive
As to whether I am dead or alive