Ribbons went flying out the window
As we went down the interstate Sex was something so brand new
It was hard as hell to wait
She made faces at the goddamn rednecks
They say, look at you boy.. You must worship satan
Just because I had the same long hair as the jesus in their paintings
church just made me scared of words like
sermon, faith, and congregation
in a world filled with so many answers
why do I need so many explanations
to get further from the truth and closer to the sky

and the static singes the speakers
like a thousand hymns of inspiration
the road just winds through the canyon
like a big black snake headed for salvation
I'm getting closer to the truth and further from the sky
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A roadside venue wallpapered in menus
In a town that forgot it's own name
We were hungry for anything that had a pulse
As we freed ourselves from the rain
There's a disgruntled metalhead playing guitar
For a pop singer up on the screen
With his head slung low and guitar slung high
He just wants a chance to be seen

He tells me at the bar that he's on his last leg
That he used to have it all in his hands
And the girls don't think much of him these days
Which is hard for him to understand
Cuz he's a little bit old and a little bit thin
But he still has his heart in a sling
We pay for the drinks and the bartender drinks
And it couldn't be more late, yeah we're all so late


L ♥