stop the presses cause we found our man
seems the thick was just too thin
dialing ease against the wind
the swell of desolation
in suffocated shame
still you walk the same
certain things he didn’t need to know
like when the saints are marching over innocence
taking you the wrong way home
investing in a dime store prophecy
one by one days they are behind us
side by side together when we rise up
on the dusty road
the trail is for the lost and found
heavy things we take lightly
giving me the courage to fight on
