(Rod Stewart / Gary Grainger). Started out like any one of you. Good intentions and a degree. But one hot night under the neon lights. Killed a boy just seventeen. Now I sit here rainin' on my Maker. Reprieve is all I'm praying for. Lord I fear the hangman's steps approachin'. Will the priest knock gently on my door. And I know I've let my daddy down. and I broke my mother's heart. I'd give anything turn back time again. Just give me one more start. I don't need no trial humiliation. Just tell me that I'm heaven bound. I don't want no two faced consolation. What use is that to me six feet underground. I'm going down to the engine shed. Put a gun up to my head. Blow myself into the promised land. We call it scarred and scared. And if you ever see my son again. Don't let on just how I fared. Tell him tell him I went down big and strong. I was never never never scarred or scared. All the girls that once did gather 'round me. have moved along to someone else. Sitting here desperation is my close friend. What I'd give to kiss one of them now. Oo yeah I'll take you there. I'll take ya there.