Alone was the right way to send you home
Three-deep in the Bonneville
With a backseat mouth full of sleeping pills
But you chose the wrong time to let me know
That an image of shame and sin
Was about to come into the foreground
And I can taste what you're saying and I want more
Faith was the answer I was gunning for
But she was gone before I could even say it
I drew the lines while the colors bled and faded out
And I've never asked for more than I deserved
But you could have kept me from falling out
Inside the racing mouth of the river bed
And ours is a bridge that I'm prepared to burn
With a gallon of gasoline
And strike-on box full of misery
Well I can taste what you're saying and I need more
Faith was the answer I was gunning for
But she was gone like the water from a fountain
I felt the incidence of time as it counted down
You cut the rope I was hanging from
I'm gonna push when it comes to shove
You broke the bottle I was drinking from