Blacktop

You think that there's a way

Could ever get too far

You'd ask me where I'd 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

And 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

A saline communion

That I held like a séance

On the blacktop

The devil in my arms

Says, "feed me to the wolves tonight"

And come visit me

In the back of an ambulance

The saline communion

That I held like a séance, oh

Oh