The Wreckage

I was taught to love, I was taught to give
I was told to shape this life I live
By the work of an honest man
Guess, I never learned that it could burn
Down with everything I earned if somehow
It slipped right out of my hand
Like a hurricane in the sand

Now I'm standing on the corner, watching cars go by
Wondering why I feel numb inside
Dust cloud hanging up over these lights
Somebody's running from the trouble in life
Caught by the trouble and the pain
And brought down to rubble by the shame
Where the smokes rising up through the rain
Where only ashes remain
Can't bear the thought it was all my fault
That everything tore apart
I swear I've got a good heart
Just not sure where to start
When the waters a-rising to my heart
I feel like a child... here among the wreckage
Among the wreckage

Everytime I wake the morning takes
Another piece of my strength or faith
For so many years and I never knew why
And the only thing that numbs the pain
Is the same damn thing that eats away
Any chance I'll ever know who I am inside
But even if I lose my mind
I've forgotten for a little while

That I'm standing on the corner, watching cars go by
Wondering why I'm so hollow inside
Dust cloud hanging out over these lights
Guess, I was running from the trouble in life
Caught by the trouble and the pain
And brought down to rubble by the shame
Where the smokes rising up through the rain
Where only ashes remain
And I can't bear the thought it was all my fault
That everything fell apart
I swear I've got a good heart
Just not sure where to start and build it up again
I'm just as a kid... here among the wreckage

Darkness settles down upon the empty city night
When the bars have closed and everyone's gone home
No not me, I'm walking between the shadows in the light
Trying to run or trying to hide
I'm thinking bout the faith that only came in the hearts of the young
When we ran through the wild woods under the summer sun
I'm thinking bout my dad carving that cedar wood car
Wonder what he think of me now
Think of the man I've become
Would he understand these roads I run
Something tells me, he thought the same things once

I can't bear the thought it's all my fault that everything fell apart
I was blessed with my mothers heart and I know it'll help me start to find my way again
Maybe I will learn to stand here among the wreckage
Among the wreckage