Revelation Blues - JR JR, Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.

I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too

I felt nothing when your flood came down

Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong

with my hands that never touched no ground

When your talent is in numbers of the many times you’ve gone

I could lie, I don’t care 'bout forgiving

but sometimes it’s just roses die too young

Ohh

Oh

As I’m fencing up the hours in the fields of red

while you think I’m on a loveless straight

In the letters from the lovers in the land gone wrong

explanations always written late

When your talent curse the framing of the crying you heard sung

I could lie, I don’t care 'bout what’s missing

but sometimes it’s just roses die too young

Ohh

Oh

your train of thought is always passing you

with its falling paint, and its broken gears

it’s the damn Revelation Blues when you see the path

and you know you won’t be the last

oh Lord

oh Lord

I was more than just a terror, I was crying, too

but you showed me in the gust between

that a wind is something broken and its flying paths has no meaning nor a ghost

within

When your talent is in hiding that you’re feeling is always wrong

I always want to bring you something

but sometimes it’s just roses die too young