He's out Sunday drinking she's home at the sink, praying for his soul
He swears those holy sermons, they're all self serving don't get him on a roll
His creed is barstool wisdom he puts all his faith in his dumb luck
Like that's never failed
They got repetition but no rhyme
The message and communion wine - is always stale
If you were to ask him what it is that keeps him goin
He'd say I don't need a prayer I need a poem
We leave like we arrived all alone
Why waste my days afraid of where I'm going
Anyway I got hell to pay, when I get home
It gets crowded as the sunsets hes sat staring at his empties on the bar
Mary's in the corner cryin to Joseph baby this time you've gone too far
The jukebox might be broken or someone's payin to keep playing In Your Eyes
If you were to ask him what it is that keeps him going
He'd say I don't need a prayer I need a poem
We leave like we arrived all alone
Why waste my days afraid of where I'm going
Anyway I got hell to pay, when I get home
He'd say I don't need a prayer I need a poem
We leave like we arrived all alone
Why waste my days afraid of where I'm going
Anyway I got hell to pay, if I ever make it home