Blacktop

You think that there's a way Could ever get too far You'd ask me where I've been Like I ask you where you are I know you're in the pew This ain't the stools around the bar And I know I saw your hand When I went out and wrapped my car Street lamp, around the street lamp So I wrote you love letters And sung them in my house All around the silence The broken strings and amplifiers Scream with holy noise I hope to draw you out If no one sings along And prays we used to prow When I opened, my mouth Oh, come visit me Come visit me In the back of an ambulance The saline communion That I held like you say In my arms, on the blacktop The devil in my arms, said feed me to the wolves tonight And come visit me In the back of an ambulance The saline communion That I held like you say In my arms, in my arms