Letras
I head out from the city
I left it far behind me
Stunned and afraid
Out into the country
With all the signs before me
like a weird parade
Up ahead were flashing lights
I hope to God that I'm not right
But It's getting late
I saw so many turn around
Drive on unfamiliar ground
I just sit and wait
cnd when the road clears
It feels like they were never here
Like it all means nothing
So easy just to wash away
Make it holy
Make it all mean something
Make it hurt so deeply
That it takes away the pain
I called to say that I'd arrived
Somewhere else but I'd survived
Somehow you knew
You asked me if I was OK
Because I said I'd be home today
But it wasn't rue
cnd when the road clears
You can count the dead deer
from here up to the boarder
every time is just the same
Make it holy
Make it all mean something
Make it hurt so deeply
That it takes away the pain
I sort of watch the TV news
I listen to the cars outside
Brush my teeth, take off my shoes
cnd then I turn out the light
The Toll-booth lady smiled as I
Counted out my change and she
Hummed an unfamiliar tune
I watched somebody stare at me
Holding a sign for the next city
But there wasn't room
cnd when the road clears
It feels like I was never here
Like it all means nothing
So easy just to drive away
Make it holy
Make it all mean something
Make it hurt so deeply
That it takes away the pain
Holy, Holy, Holy