Well, the light stays on when you're sleeping With dreams yesterday's for the keeping They never do catch up When alarm clock wakes you up And even the sun has a ticking
Your hands, they bleed on the ones you need And Jesus sees that his years aren't free Your eyes are on the sky When the church's bells roll high But it's only the ground's soul you're beating
Mama take me home I keep crying on the phone One way or another, this one will be the last
Every bar has an altar like any other And every man grabs his hymn like any other But when he grabs at you You're not the one that he'll hold true As straight an arrow as any other
A dollar is something you pray for You eat drink smoke for something safer And Jesus counts his years For the ones that he holds dear And you're hoping you look younger in the light
Mama take me home I keep crying on the phone One way or another, this one will be the last Mama take me home If the light can still turn on One way or another, this one will be the last