Understated Reverence

[Verse 1]

In the understated reverence

Of the eight ball now

Maybe it's the weather

Or the roads we're crossing somehow

Listen to Bukka White

Playing his twelve-string guitar

In the understated reverence

Where we find out who we really are

[Verse 2]

In the understated reverence

We'rе all safe in your room

The fragilenеss of your presence

It never came too soon

And the wide river keeps flowing

Way out with sheets

In the understated reverence

Is where the two sides can meet

[Verse 3]

You can blame it all on tomorrow

And let your time slip away

Blame it all on your brothers

But then get out of the way

He'll come down on you like thunder

Make you dig your own grave

The understated reverence

Just another name for Judgement Day