Revelations - Margo Price

I wrote Revelations on a crumbled up napkin

In an all-night diner by the roadway side

Waiter he was an angel kept filling up my coffee

And we made good conversation while I waited for my ride

Last night I played for a sold-out crowd down in Houston

Then we drove out to the ocean playing in the sand

These dark sunglasses I’m wearing this morning

Can’t cover up my headache or the scars on my hands

Been healing the sick, blessing the poor

My feet are so tired and bruised

Hallelujah, what’s it to you

Can’t you see I need saving too?

My home life was unstable and it ain’t much better now

I ain’t no rotten apple but I ain’t no sacred cow

Some people call you a genius some are saying not

Some folks only want you based on what you got

If you crucify glorify

They’ll try to put a crown on you

Hallelujah, what’s it to you

Can’t you see I need saving too?

I never walked on water or turned it into wine

People make these stories up for something to believe

Now I’m living in a motel down on Highway 29

Nothing in my pockets and nothing up my sleeve

And if I never die this book that I write

I don’t know who I’ll send it to

Hallelujah, what’s it to you?

Can’t you see I need saving too

Hallelujah, what’s it to you?

Can’t you see I need saving too