Last night I let my temper get the best of me

Last night I said some things I really didn’t mean

I don’t know how it started or how we got to be

screaming at each other in front of our whole family

 

I walked out into the parking lot

said “I’m never coming back again so help me God”

 

So, help me, God. Help me to change

Help me take back the words that caused her so much pain

I need more than a little heavenly grace

to put these broken pieces back into their place

and I swear I’ll never ever break her heart

So help me God

 

I broke down and allowed myself to feel the shame

of everything I’ve done and it’s more than I can take

 

So, help me, God. Help me to change

Help me take back the words that caused her so much pain

I need more than a little heavenly grace

to put these broken pieces back into their place

 

So, help me, God. Help me to live

in the selfless, giving way that your son Jesus did

I need more than logic, more than store-bought grace

to put these broken pieces back into their place

and I swear I’ll never ever break her heart

So help me God

So, help me, God

I knew our love was real when I looked up

from the dirty place where I’d thrown up

You took commitment that had always been enough

to a level that was over and above

Told me "the worst is over" even though you know we’re

just getting over the hill on the devil’s rollercoaster

I was so grateful that you’d lie like that to me

first tear in years come rolling down my cheek

 

While all the hipsters down in Nashville and Brooklyn sing “Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh”

I’m thinking. I’m thinking

What got me here won’t work no more. I’m clinging to the spinning floor

I’ve had a change of heart. I need a hand to hold. I need a better plan than never growing old

 

We used to spend our parents cash like it was earned

We flaunted beauty that we did nothing to deserve

We marked our bodies with a longing to belong

The ink was permanent, the skin was not

But this past year hit me like a slamming door

It, like, literally knocked me flat on the floor

and now there’s aches and pains where there wasn’t before

and history says “brace for more”

 

Tonight on 6th in Austin, we’re just like children singing “Ooh, ooh”

but I’m thinking. I’m thinking

What got me here won’t work no more and faith is a revolving door

I had a change of heart. I need a hand to hold. I need a better plan than never growing old

 

Come on, come on, come on

 

You said “my hair is graying and my memory’s growing mold

I went from tiny to the tallest at the table

You’re not the only one who’s staring down the bull

Let’s raise our glasses like we did when they were full”

 

I need a better plan than never growing old

I need a better plan than never growing old

I need a better plan than never growing old

I need a better plan than never growing old

Bio From the time:

 

John Brazile, 35, is a singer-songwriter from Worcester, MA whose influences include John Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, U2 and Eric Church.

 

The father of five is currently looking forward to his ninth summer as the in-house musician at Ballard's Beach Resort on Block Island, RI.

 

John's new album is entitled, 45. The follow-up to his previous album, 33, is a penitent and often sorrowful collection of regrets and meditations tinged with elements of Country, Rock and Pop.

 

"Growing Old" is the title of the newest single from 45.