Comfort In Suffering

So often I'd stand

On my front porch

And I'd watch

The car wrecks all night longIt's Christmas eve

And I've had too much to drink

The house is quiet and neat

And I can't help but to thinkOur tires are spinning

Soaring through the air

I see your face, out of control

So calm, but you're not scaredThe song on the radio is perfect

We're floating through the air

But you're not scaredSome cars

They drive by way too fast

While others they play it safe

And I play it safe nowThe tires are spinning

Soaring through the air

I see your face, out of control

So calm, but you're not scaredThe song on the radio's perfect

You're floating through the air

And you're not scared