I had a cure, for your disease

But you threw it away

And you made it clear I was not welcome on these seas

And you threw it away

So I sailed and I sailed for so long

My hair grew long and my heart grew cold

I face certain death without you near

And I felt the storm and swam until the skies were clear

And I found a home along this crooked road

And all of this would have been

All of this could have been yours

All of this should have been

All of this could have been yours

Black clouds roll, right over red doors

As the waves were high

So was I

And the moon never looked so angry

As when our walls came crumbling down

It was so peaceful

It was so beautiful

All the destruction, it was quiet

All of this would have been 

All of this could have been yours

All that you love, will be carried away

Oh all that you love, will be carried away

All of my pain, that you put on my name

All of my doubt, and all of my shame

All of my guilt, my denial and fear

All of my hatred and all of my tears

All of the time that I couldn't go home

All of the times that I froze alone

All of the sadness all of the lies

All of the shadows that blackened my eyes

All of the servants, who cheated, who stole

All of the colors from the depths of my soul

All of the wounded, that you left for dead

Now creep in the corner, they're all in my head

- Shooter Jennings, "All of This Could Have Been Yours"