Evening Mass

She comes alone every evening

Lights as many candles as she can afford

Five hundred empty seats along the aisle

One thousand empty tears

In every stain glass window

And, oh, the greedy come a' calling

And, oh, the needy come a' courting again

And, oh, the desperate come up wanting

The lord has come up empty again

Sweat stains on the mattress, ticking

And they're lost inside a memory

And fourty watts, dimly lights, the motel bedroom

Where Gideon's words

Will not save them

And, oh, the greedy come a' calling

And, oh, the needy come up wanting again

And, oh, the desperate come a' courting

The lord has come up empty again

He comes alone every evening

Degenerates into a bottle

Well, he's long since lost any meaning

One thousand blows are just too many

For one man to absorb

And, oh, the greedy come a' courting

And, oh, the needy come up wanting again

And, oh, the desperate come a' calling

The lord has come up empty again

The lord has come up empty again