there's a beating heart in this caged machine and a broken hymn that I cannot sing there's the road we took and the dream that died with the last sacred page on the passenger side where our whiskey breath bent the metal roof and the love we brewed was a hundred proof from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon with the colored lights flashing in praise of a 40 watt moon
earned these bloodshot eyes down a trail of tears to a broken hymn I can't bear to hear there's the road you took and it's running on oh, I'd chase after to you but the transmissions gone where the gasoline turned to sour mash every gauge ran too hot and it lit up the dash in a tumble weed blaze and a smokestack perfume where we burned for our sins by the light of a 40 watt moon
you can follow me to the riverside where waters rose and the magic died every holy house fell in a raging flood and the chapel doors sank like a barge in the mud where our whiskey breath bent the metal roof and the love we brewed was a hundred proof from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon with the colored lights flashing in praise of a 40 watt moon