Woke up on my birthday and came to realise So much of my life has come and gone I guess I don't have much to show For all the things I've done But I still think there's better days to come If I had an angels wings Would I even leave the ground? If I had a ladder up Would I climb or fall back down? Are there any higher things than what chain me to the ground? How many chances do I get to turn it all around? There's a laundry list of my mistakes and a pile of dirty clothes And whiskers turning gray before my eyes My wife's in this bed next to me, but the space between us grows And she don't know I hear her when she crys If I had an angels wings Would I even leave the ground? If I had a ladder up Would I climb or fall back down? Are there any higher things than what chain me to the ground? How many chances do I get to turn it all around? Well I'm older than Jesus but still dumber than hell And I'm so tired of fighting this war with myself If I had angels wings Would I even leave the ground? If I had a ladder up Would I climb or fall back down? Are there any higher things than what chain me to the ground? How many chances do I get to turn it all around? How many chances do I get to turn it all around?