You throw your dreams like dice.
Dead money at the table
And you roll like you sleep all night.
Faith will not make a confession,
[So/Don't?] deny what you feel inside.
Dead money at the table
And your lucky streak was being nice.
(You can't hide it)
What you think you know from being alone.
(So don't fight it)
We checked her records,
You got credit just for being alive.
You could've swung outside
instead you ran,
instead—you fan—
You'll watch it like a TV set,
without the depth
without the Radar Range to keep you fed
Without love at the table
And your lucky streak was being nice.
(You can't hide it)
We see things as we are being alone.
(So don't fight it)
———————————["you guys nailed it"]
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be.
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be.
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be.
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be.
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be.
Uh-oh. So far from where you oughta be.
Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh.