Ribbons are flying out the window.
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As we drove down the interstate.
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Sex was something so brand new,
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It was hard as hell to wait.
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She made faces at the goddamn Rednecks.
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She said "Look at you boy, you must worship Satan."
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Just because I had the same long hair as the Jesus in all their paintings.
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Every church just made me scared of words like
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Serve and faith and congregation.
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In a world with so many answers left,
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Why do I need so many explanations?
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To get closer to the truth and further from the sky.
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And the static singes the speakers like
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A thousand Hymns of inspiration.
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And the road just winds through the canyon like,
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A big black snake heading for salvation and I'm getting closer to the truth
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And further from the sky.
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Roadside venue with that paper their menu's
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In a town that forgot it's own name.
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We were hungry for anything that had a pulse
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As we freed ourselves from the rain.
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There's a disgruntled metalhead playing guitar
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For a pop-singer up on the screen.
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With his guitar held high and his head held low,
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He just wants a chance to be seen.
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And the static singes the speakers like
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A thousand Hymns of inspiration.
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And the road just winds through the canyon like,
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A big black snake heading for salvation and I'm getting closer to the truth
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And further from the sky.
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Whoaaaaaa....oh....Whoaaaaaa....
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Well he tells me at the bar that he's on his last leg
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That he used to have it all in his hands.
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And the girls don't think much of him these days.
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Which is hard for him to understand.
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Cause he's a little bit older and a little bit thin,
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But he's still got his heart in a sling.
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And we paid for the drinks,
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And the bartender drinks.
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And it couldn't be more late,
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YEA WE'RE ALL SO LATE.
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Cause the static singes the speakers like
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A thousand Hymns of inspiration.
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And the road just winds through the canyon like,
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A big black snake heading for salvation and I'm getting closer to the truth
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And further from the sky.
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Whoaaaaaa....oh....Whoaaaaaa....
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Whoaaaaaa....oh....Whoaaaaaa....
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Whoaaaaaa....oh....Whoaaaaaa....
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Whoaaaaaa....oh....Whoaaaaaa....
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Whoaaaaaa....oh....Whoaaaaaa....
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Closer To The Truth And Further From The Sky
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Butch Walker |