Paroles: Everybody Else Wins. Fenton, Cornelius.

There?s a man with a sign around his neck
And he wears it on Sunday the best
He?s got a straight heart and a crooked smile
And his eyes are light just like his temper

And the song of psalm he?s partial
But all the books are grand
He sets in his empty pew
Hand over hand

And he says hey Mr. Preacher man can you preach me some of this
And I said hey mister lover man can you save me can you save this
I forgot

There?s a picture of his girlfriend who?s long been forgotten
Yeah she?s gone
And the memories they fuel him, for another day with god
Just one more day with god

And he walks in his silence and prays for love to mend
And he swears he?ll be faithful or at least he?ll pretend

Forget all the sinners and try to save yourself
Pictures of her in a locket but you put them on the shelf
And these open fields are like treason and that?s all we got
and for good reason that?s all that we?re taught

he opens up her picture and pears at her face
he does his hail mary?s but she just can?t be erased