Letras
A dusty old dash with a little clean square
Used to hold a picture of heaven right there
There's an old cross hanging from the rearview
That I found laying in the floorboard
Swear that I can still feel you
But I know that you're not here anymore
And I've been cursing all Sunday morning
Don't give a damn where I'm going
Not even sure what I still believe
I've been waking up to an empty bed
Me and the house are still a wreck
No point in trying to wash me clean
'Cause if there's no you
There's sure in the hell no saving me
Mama says, I should try to come to church today
Keeps telling me the Lord is the only way
I wish I could find a way to just lie
Look her in her eyes
Tell her that I'll be all right
But I've been cursing on Sunday morning
Don't give a damn where I'm going
Not even sure what I still believe
I've been waking up to an empty bed
Me and the house are still a wreck
No point in trying to wash me clean
'Cause if there's no you
There's sure in the hell no saving me
No saving me
Your old Bible's still open to Psalm 25
I hope that there's some truth in those words you underlined
'Cause I've been cursing on Sunday morning
Don't give a damn where I'm going
Not even sure that I still believe
And I've been cursing on Sunday morning
Don't give a damn where I'm going
Not even sure what I still believe
I've been waking up to an empty bed
Me and the house are still a wreck
No point in trying to wash me clean
'Cause if there's no you
There's sure in hell no saving me
No saving me
A dusty old dash with a little clean square
Used to hold a picture of heaven right there