I'm a Bastard

Pull the car over now. There's no way you can see the waves crashing under you. Feel the salt air on your cheek. I won't forget and you won't forgive. And I'm not expecting you to. No way you would complain about the rain if not for the sun. I came but I was too late because I'm a bastard, a bastard to you. Climb in the back seat and hold on to me. We'll drive the car down the cliff, into the deep, and drift out to sea. I won't forget and you won't forgive. And I'm not expecting you to. No way you would complain about the rain if not for the sun. I came but I was too late because I'm a bastard, a bastard to you. Where were you? Where was I to see if through or crucify? I won't forget and you won't forgive all that we've been through. Because I'm a bastard, a bastard to you. --- I'm A Bastard - 500 Miles To Memphis