"Black Car" lyrics

Waiting on a black car
To take me from my home
Bags are in the hall
And the dog is at the door

For a hundred days
She will wonder where her other mother went
And I will spread my name like a gambler praying for some providence

Sitting in a black car
Thinking of my father
Trying to live my dreams
And not forget to call

Who knows how few days we have left to live to love someone at all?
If I'm first to the grave, I am proud of what I gave
I am proud

Thinking of a black car
That'll take away my pain
My mind it gets dark
And I get blinded by my shame

I do not fear death, but I will not steal the blade out of his hands
I will stay my course, turn my pain into beauty when I can