Buffet them winds like a road train gone by
Suffer these sins like the drink's going dry
Figure this dirt's gonna wash out my jeans
'Cause tomorrow, I'm cleaning these sleeves
I am a contradictory man
I want my silence, but I want my band
I have to force what I know to be right
So I'm keeping you clear from my sight
Rinsing my hands in this slow-moving river
Scrubbing my soul of the stories you stole
Wiping up guilt like it's mud that I trod
Come on, heal me of what I have got
Prancing 'round pauses like they must be in time
Hiding among chords as if they could rhyme
I see the diva in all this discord
Oh, it's me I have got to restore
Steady on judgement and study that hand
Ready my knife, and ready my man
If I have chosen to be less than I had hoped
Well, the saving is all that I wrote
Rinsing my hands in this slow-moving river
Scrubbing my soul of the stories you stole
Wiping up guilt like it's mud that I trod
Come on, heal me of what I have got
Dust up these boots till the leather wears thin
Wear in my hat, and wear in my grin
Keep up the image, so to keep out this girl
Oh, my ego's about to unfurl
Rinsing my hands in this slow-moving river
Scrubbing my soul of the stories you stole
Wiping up guilt like it's mud that I trod
Come on, heal me of what I have got
Come on, heal me of what I have got
Oh, please heal me of what I have got...