I was hoping that I could meet you more without dying
I was hoping that you would pick me up like Elijah was
Untouched and preferred
Unspotted from the world
I was hoping that you would pick me up like Elijah
I was waiting with one thumb out and one in the Bible
I was reading about all the doubt from disciples
Touched and ill prepared
Young and unaware
I can wind down the road sideways just like a viper
On Hell's adopted mile
Where the (???) pile high
From the abandoned cars on fire on the side of the road
The moon is hanging low
I got turned around somewhere outside of Graceland
With the Philips 66 across from the flying vested fruit stand
There's man in black whose eyes rolled back like a slot machine
And he who called in the end dream
Let the Prodigal come home because our money's always greener
The grass is so much sweeter
To be grazing on and feeding with the swine
On Hell's adopted mile
Where the (???) pile high
From the abandoned cars on fire on the side of the road
The moon is hanging low
Out on on Hell's adopted mile
Where the buzzard circle high
Over little white crosses lined up in a row
The moon is hanging low
