Blacktop

Do you think that there's a way I could ever get too far

That you'd ask me where I'd been like I ask you where you are?

But I know you're in the pews, the same as stools around the bar

And I know I saw your hand when I went out and wrapped my car

Streetlamp, around the streetlamp

So I wrote you love letters, and sung them in my house

And all around the south, the broken strings and amplifiers scream with holy noise

In hopes to draw you out, but if no one sings along in praise are you still proud

When I open my mouth?

Come visit me, come visit me in the back of an ambulance

A saline communion that I held like a séance on the blacktop

The devil in my arms says feed me to the wolves tonight

And come visit me in the back of an ambulance

A saline communion that I held like a séance