Quicksand

I'm on the losing side of knowing where to go
 My baby's sped off with that desert scorpio
 So I shot him dead and I ran down for Mexico
 I'm speeding through the sand a million miles to go
 I hear the sirens down that police stereo
 So I ran a moonbeam down to a river I lay low
 All the sweat pours down my head
 Lying in the river bed
 I saw the bullets blood rush down my shoulder unprepared
 Started back in 86 putting up my crucifix
 Who dares?
 I'm running scared
 I miss the taste of what it feels like to be saved
 I'm crying up here though I'll be laughing in my grave
 And if I see the devil I'll tell it to his face
 I can't find another way
 All my options fade to grey
 I'm losing all the feeling in the front of my right arm
 I was meant for better things
 Get me out this revery
 Who cares
 I'm running scared
 It's been a few weeks now
 I've made my great escape
 Now I'm stuck here in the desert shriveling day by day
 So I leave this document in case I can't be saved
 Saved
 In case I can't be saved
 In case I can't be saved
 In case I can't be