This song's been stuck in my head...

For a LONG time now. I'm going to see if writing it here's going to work. It's called Artist in the Ambulance, and it's by Thrice. Good song...

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal,
Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel,
My world goes black before I
Feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes
Into fluorescent white,
They hit the siren, flip the lights,
Close the doors and I am gone.

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger and I realize
That empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of
Just what do I have to show except
The promises I've never kept?
I lay here shaking on this bed
Under the weight of my regrets

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

Look around and you see at times it
Feels like no one really cares.
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right,
I know that there's a difference between sleight of hand,
And giving everything you have.
There's a line drawn in the sand,
I'm working up the will to cross it and

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

Rhetoric can't raise the dead,
I'm sick of talking when there's no change.
Rhetoric can't raise the dead,
I'm sick of empty words. Let's lead, not follow.

Late night brakes lock hear the tires squeal
Red light can't stop so I spin the wheel,
My world goes black before I
Feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance
And pulling me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance
The artist in the ambulance

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.

Can we pick you off the ground?
More than flashing lights and sounds.