Balance Problems

I brush the scent off of my side, and watch the lightning threaten us from way up high.
And the ocean breathed a salty gust of air. Three hundred miles from home and no one cares.
Adjust my eyes and just watch the sky, I'm waiting for some luck to arrive. And pray that God
will do his job, and save me from becoming what I'm not.

An empty bank account at last. The numbers burnt from our exhaust in the form of gas. And all the highways
buckled like an earthquake passed. I worry that these brakes just might not last. So adjust my eyes
and just watch the sky. I'm waiting for some luck to arrive. And pray that God will do his job, and
save me from becoming what I'm not.

I watched a few weeks of your life. Bad string of luck and then a family member died. But hope remains beneath
you all this time, it wakes you up and keeps you sleeping through the night. So adjust your eyes. Expense of time.
You're waiting for some luck to arrive, but you're scared to tell and you're scared of how. I've never seen you
lean on someone else.

And now you're left with all you've kept inside, adjust your eyes. (x2)