Down, I stuck around
Looking for something that was understandable
Bound by color and sound
You traded places with that ancient mystery boat
As if it makes a difference I could've sworn
You heard the living voice of God
That consequential visit
Night your truck broke down and you almost came along
Now, you're moving out
To somewhere less vacant and that's understandable
Doubt, ole stutterin' doubt
But you and your girl saw the whole thing tangible
Now the family's back in Phoenix making a diagram
Of everything you said you knew
And you've been up all evening hoping you could
Drink it off cause it's what you're used to
I believe we all resolve to something
A revolution's season come to end
We blame it all on trivial feeling
Only till it comes to life again
Lying with your face down like a promise
Was there something in the moment you desired?
Was there something I could say to make you feel it?
Is there something at the moment keeping you alive?