Evening Mass She comes alone every evening Lights as many candles As she can afford 500 empty seats along the aisle 1000 empty tears in every stain glass window Chorus Sweat stains on the mattress ticking They're drunk inside a memory 40 watts dimly light The motel bedroom Where Gideon's words Will not save them He comes alone every evening Degenerates into his bottle He's long since lost any meaning 100 blows are just too many For one man to absorb Chorus: And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling And, Oh, the Needy come a courting' And, Oh, the Desperate come up wanting The Lord has come up Empty Again