Patron Saint

Midnight hits, another night shift

Mopping up dreams from the diner floor

The same time every night she carries in those bags underneath her eyes

She's just trying to survive

Handwritten letters every night

Their secrets, under lock and key

She used to knock on heaven’s door, But she don’t even send those prayers no more

What's the point, he never answered before

The streets are slow she’ll have the usual

Burnt toast an ashtray and a pen

The coffee pours all night, she'd pay in blood just to get it right

But not tonight

Handwritten letters every night

Their secrets, under lock and key

She used to knock on heaven’s door, But she don’t even send those prayers no more

What's the point, he never answered before

But the words come out just as cheap

As the drug store makeup painted on her cheeks

Tell yourself that it's all right, you're someone's savior tonight

In the end, you're just covering up a bruise

Patron saint, of the motel room

Handwritten letters every night

Their secrets, under lock and key

She used to knock on heaven’s door, But she don’t even send those prayers no more

What's the point, he never answered before