Faustina

It was Days on end in a minivan It was Lookin' for an X on the map Long nights shakin' in a stranger's house With a bottle in my lap Runnin' from The deafening sound Of a future With no one around From Barcelona To Vestal's Gap I've spent countless hours walkin' Among the rank and file Prayin' to some big set of eyes That it's only for a while Now I kneel Before the only things I know This set of keys And I told-you-so's But someday It'll be worth the miles It was Cigarettes outside an empty bar On a dark December mornin' Months of bad food And a pauper's guitar Never heedin' any warnin' I've had friends And I've let my friends down Lookin' for my heart In the lost and found Bare hands Tryin' to stop the rain from pourin' And I've been gainin' on The crack of dawn With glass eyes and a smile Prayin' Saint Faustina please Let me go out in style I'll never know How far down it goes Till the devil reaps What I have sown Til then I'm gonna feel every mile