Waiting on a hill country choir
Praying to a duct tape messiah
Holding on to my glow like a pawnshop amplifier
Waiting on a hill country choir
Crucified by the sight of the southern cross
While the northern lights still linger in the loft
Just because you're not wandering doesn't mean you're not getting lost
Crucified by the sight of the southern cross
Loving you always seemed to go down fine
Then again so does everything in time
I'm tripping on my words I'm sipping on day old wine
If you've got the wings then babe you better fly
The road became the answers to my prayers
There was something hanging naked in the air
I didn't know where I was going but I sure was getting there
The road became the answers to my prayers
I'm going where the harbor meets the sky
And a dreadnaught I can likely hide behind
I'm rolling my bones back home and taking time
I'm going where the harbor meets the sky
Loving you always seemed to go down fine
Then again so does everything in time
I'm tripping on my words I'm sipping on day old wine
If you've got the wings then babe you better fly
When the fever breaks we'll all see the light
We're calico sheets on a frayed laundry line
If you've got the wings then babe you better fly
