Final Song Video (MV)

I grew up just west of the woods
Tryna do my best to do the best that I could
Stole as many hearts as I could fit in my bag
And often stared for hours at the choices I had
I never skipped a beat when it came to my faith
I'm lyin' every Sunday I would drown in disgrace
Hang my head for the rest of the week
And try to find a better place to spread my disease
Well I went to church on Sunday and on Monday I was gone
Somewhere in his final words I found my final song
And the waitress says "You're one great man, but all you are is one." So
Roll on my shoulder I'll catch the next train home
I've been called a loner
I've been called a creep
I've been called a trouble maker, a liar, and a cheat
I never really got around to dealin' with my demons
So my demons all dealt with me
The good lord knows I coulda had so much more
I maybe coulda had a family
Then I went to church on Sunday and on Monday I was gone
Somewhere in his final words I found my final song
And the waitress says, "You're one great man, but all you are is one." So
Roll on my shoulder I'll catch the next train home