White Beretta

We were running through the red lights In a hurry to get to nowhere in a white Beretta We'll go to Memphis in the morning to get it over with And in a couple days, you'll feel a lot better I was raised in the church, I was washed in the blood And we all were saved before we even left home If his love is unconditional, why do I feel so miserable? Why are you digging your nails in the Styrofoam? It was so many years ago, oh, and I just didn't know But that ain't no excuse For being who you are, I thank you, and I'm sorry For what you went through I was sitting at a red light listening to Son Volt "May the wind take your troubles away" I could have been somebody's father, couldn't boil a pot of water I was nineteen years old in 1998 Raised in the church, washed in the blood And we all were saved before we even left home I thank God you weren't brought up like me With all that shame and certainty And I'm sorry you had to go in that room alone It was so many years ago, oh, and I just didn't know That ain't no excuse For being who you are, I thank you, and I'm sorry For what I put you through It was so many years ago, oh, and I just didn't know But that ain't no excuse I thank you for your grace, for the dreams we got to chase For what you chose to do We were running through the red lights In a hurry to get to nowhere in a white Beretta