I got nowhere to lay my head
I got no home, got no dreams, got no bed
And I got no friends to speak of
And I got no message except love
Got no band, I got no deal
Thank you Joe and Sara for the wheels
Seems when you think can't get no worse
Second chorus same as the first
Love's the kind that wishes you well
Comes with hammers, comes with nails
It's pretty bloody so be forewarned
Comes with no crown save of thorns
I found a pen and an old guitar
It was a prayer of sorts past the stars
Sure you heard salvation songs
But it was mostly of barely holding ons
Love's the kind that goes underground
After the body's been taken down
And after d**h has had her say
Surprised when you get up and join the parade
I got nowhere to run tonight
And aren't we all just looking for the light
And a place to stay warm?