Totaled

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 ahеad of time
And disorder doesn't owе 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
Oh baby
Don’t leave me hanging tonight
Oh 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 leave me hanging tonight
Oh baby
Don’t leave me hanging tonight
Oh 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
Oh baby
Don’t keep me guessing tonight
As to whether I am dead or alive
As to whether I am dead or alive