There's the sound of weariness making her rounds
only heard there was one road
out of this town
Between the diamond and the defect
dusty archives that cha kept
the locust years were all we ever found
So i traded in my kid's heart
for this guitar and a small spark
the cards were all well marked...in advance
the taintedness of everything
it all came soaked in gasoline
and the asphalt she was beckoning
towards a different kinda reckoning
your kiss...awaken me...from this trance
and you'd like to think you chose this
that path you say you took
but you know that's rewriting....rewriting the book
once you heard that tremolo
and 6 string drag go down
once you heard that lonesome record...going round
sun broke over heartland
sun broke overheard
and that Rosary on the rearview...went unsaid