Sad Baptist Rain - John Moreland

Well baby lay down your pride-sprayed poems

While I sit and mumble at your feet

Am I a stone or a stoned kid dreaming

Of a closet full of crumbled tees

Young and hungry, dark blue and clumsy

Dumb enough to let you go

Outside the show drinking Nyquil and honey

Trying to conjure up some rock and roll

You’re the exception, dear, I’m the rule

I traded love for a song like a fool

I’m always drawn to the wrong thing to do

And I keep proving it

The sky came apart with my guilt-stricken heart

Break me down, break me up

We’ll let freedom ring while the blacktop sings

In the sad baptist rain for us

The devil ain’t nearly as real as he seems

Your name is a number I see in my dreams

Your heart is a dangerous, beautiful thing

I keep losing it