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 And a saline communion that I held like a séance
