Holy Place

I'm lit up like the 4th of July

You're out with one of your pretty guys

Who never worked a day in his life

I've been on the grindstone trying to make it right

With the songs and the money and God and my mama

The signs say go, not to stop

While the summer erodes into nothing

We left something there on the table and fate just blew it away

Like some ancient law that I must obey

And I'm burning through the bottle

While my mind draws a map of your face

Gotta find my way back to that holy place

I was sweating in the Tennessee sun

Ten hour shifts out in Lebanon

I was lifting all day on that line

Tending a bar at the end of the night

That old sky was crumbling

But I kept rumbling

Them girls meant nothing

I was just running from the pain

You and your pretty boys, it's exactly the same

Let 'em play make pretend while my mind draws a map of your face

Gotta find my way back to that holy place

Do you think of me, honey

When all that money ain't enough just to make you smile?

Well it's late September

You can't remember the summer that just passed you by

Babe, ain't it strange?

I know it ain't my fault but I'll take the blame

And I'm burning through the bottle

While my mind draws a map of your face

Gotta find my way back to that holy place

Oh, oh

That holy place

Oh

That holy place