My future was once wide open
I had my plans I had my dreams
I was not yet broken
I thought I had whatever I could need
But life changes
Throws you curves
Asks you to live
For better or for worse
You make mistakes
You do some things wrong
You try to turn back
But you’re too far gone
And you’ve got
Too many demons and too few saints
To count your blessings or ever cut bait
I know I know they say it’s never too late
But I’ve got too many demons and too few saints
And I remember when I was new
I had my faith my beliefs
I told lies I thought were true
Some days I even felt at peace
But life changes
You lose your guide
You want so much
You’re never satisfied
You try to stop
You try to turn back
But you’re too far down
The wrong path
And you’ve got
Too many demons and too few saints
To count your blessings or ever cut bait
I know I know they say it’s never too late
But I’ve got too many demons and too few saints
And still life changes
Throws you curves
Asks you to live
For better or for worse
It takes a toll
Little by little
Before you know it
Rome burns while you fiddle
And you’ve got
Too many demons and too few saints
To count your blessings or ever cut bait
I know I know they say it’s never too late
But I’ve got too many demons and too few saints