Orion's Gut

God's inside and the world's the size of that living room From the porch, the skies they turn opposite of you You woke up with your shoes on and your head full of soup It's hard enough to get up and find a way to stir that spoon 'Cause the less you move the more you're used to nothing else to do And there's times you use the hurt inside to find a new excuse You explain why you don't call, your hearts got freezer burn You wanna be alone but you get so bored you lose all your concerns So you're singing some more and you haven't changed your clothes Your neighbor went insane Waiting in the grocery lines like standing in the rain And all your prayers, they've grown grey hairs And been put on lay-away, by the capital "Him" He sleeps in, takes his seventh day So you look up at Orion's gut and you wonder just how soon Till those stars rust and his belt combusts And the sky falls down on you Well you can be the kind that finds justice by Searching a place of blame Or you could see it's your foot that keeps stepping on the rake God's inside and the world's the size of that living room From the porch, the skies they turn opposite of you You woke up with your shoes on and your head full of soup It's hard enough to get up and find a way to stir that spoon It's hard enough to get up and find a way to stir that spoon