Do you think that there′s a way

I could ever get too far?

That You'd ask me where I′d beenLike 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

And a saline communion that I held like a séance