Guitar player, country band
too long waiting for the ship to come in
record scout said he liked our sound
pulled some dust from his bag and he bought us another round
chorus:
religion's neither here nor there
when you're stuck in the middle of the thin air
it's too much hunger and not enough cash
it's always the cheap stuff that takes you down fast
always the cheap stuff that takes you down fast
and nothing's turning you about
kid, you're bottoming out
i remember the bag and the dust
five sets a night and you'd do what you must
look at the ruins you hide among
yeah your lips they're moving you don't understand the tongue
Make them believe it was love at first sight
you make them believe they had the time of their lives
And Grace? Could there ever be enough
for the hollow places you can't fill up
you can't fill up or touch