Stationed by your bedside For another day Tell me all of your secrets Before you pass away Tell ya I don't feel special Looking back on my life Late nights and wasted On Vicodin Saw you there on the Friday Then Saturday came How was life as an artist Making minimum wage Spending time with all your kids With no dime to waste It's so easy to be sorry Crawling under your skin I don't talk much about it Where do I begin Stationed by your bedside Before you pass away Now you fuel the fire You contribute to the light To everyplace in the world Now you step on the clouds And view the seas You are one with the stars As you find peace