Gold

Leaves in the gutter

Broke down the shutter

Cigarette burns on the couch

There's a rat in the kitchen

The dog's still itchin'

And God's on the couch

You can wait for me by the willow tree

Until the sun turns black

I can feel it coming on

Like a shiver up and down my back

It's that gold feeling I've been waiting for

It's that gold feeling that I want some more

Laying in the attic with the TV static

Rain running off the roof

My mind's elation bares no relation

To lukewarm gospel truth

So don't pray for me

And don't wait for me

I won't be here when you call

I can feel it coming on

Like footsteps down the hall

It's that gold feeling I've been waiting for

It's that gold feeling that I want some more

It's that gold feeling I've been waiting for

It's that gold feeling that I want some more

It's that gold feeling that I want some more