Text: Edwin McCain. Lost in America. Black And Blue.

Showed up in a sleeve of tattoos
High definition broadcast of attitude
It's like she wants me to know
She's got nothing left to lose, me too

Little bag of junk gets her high
Keeps her from thinking 'bout the shadows in her mind
She likes me, she knows
I won't ask her why she cries

Let me fall down, you can fall too
We'll call us banged up black and blue
Let me find out what happened to you
Wakin' up banged up black and blue

Sometimes it's the struggle that makes it good
I wouldn't judge you even if I could
There's no magic in the line
It's misunderstood, you could, you would

Let me fall down, you can fall too
We'll call us banged up black and blue
Let me find out what happened to you
Wakin' up banged up black and blue

Let me fall down, you can fall too
We'll call us banged up black and blue
Let me find out what happened to you
Wakin' up banged up black and blue

Banged up black and blue
Banged up black and blue