Ron Pope, Save Me

Just like two freight trains in a late night storm, through a blinding rain in the freezing cold on the long way home, we're screaming through the dark. You're the first thing on my mind, you're the first thing on my mind. Won't you save me from myself. Won't you save me from myself. Oh, please open up your eyes, help me clear my clouded mind. Won't you tell me that we're gonna be alright? Please save me tonight.