Are you tempted to believe that you don't have a choice You've been screaming off your head and now you've lost your voice That you inherited the curse and everything your daddy said It's compounding like a chorus or the interest on your debt It's not funny how momentum can tell a lie to your face And before you know it there's a bet on every horse in the race And sunk costs are loading up your gun It wasn't wasted time, not a wasted dime or a tear It's such a sweet relief Such a good, good grief to get here No hills on which to die, no reason and no rhyme Just chaos coming down and the meaning we assign And that's not nothing, oh it's kind of everything It's the scars that I can finger It's a song that I can sing, it's the way her hair falls around her face It wasn't wasted time, not a wasted dime or a tear It's such a sweet relief Such a good, good grief to get here For every season there's a burning sun breaking through It puts the shadows underneath your feet If you move to the rhythm of its crashing love It wasn't wasted time, not a wasted dime or a tear It's such a sweet relief Such a good, good grief to get here