You throw your dreams like dice
Dead money at the table
And you roll like you sleep all night
Faith will not make a confession
So deny what you feel inside
Dead money at the table
And your lucky streak was being nice
You can't hide it
What you think you know from being alone
So don't fight it
We checked her records
You got credit just for being alive
You could've swung outside
Instead you ran
Instead-you fan
You'll watch it like a TV set
Without the depth
Without the Radarange to keep you fed
Without love at the table
And your lucky streak was being nice
You can't hide it
We see things as we are being alone
So don't fight it
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be
Uh-oh. So far from where you wanna be
Uh-oh. So far from where you oughta be
Uh-oh