Had a map, had a chance, left in a stolen car
The brochure looked like Heaven, though we knew we'd never make it that far
The sea of fields and the poor towns flew by in the dark
And I plan my d**h as she slept with one single shot to the
Heart full of strings
Heart full of finer things
There is salvation out there
There are reasons for us to care
Hand on the wheel
Try hard to breathe and feel
'Cause going out's the easy part
I said going out's the easy part
And if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
And I, I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame, like
Love is just a prison if there is no one there to listen
And the truth is shallow water if you learn nothing when it came
Found a cause, had a chance dream with a cheap guitar
And I know she believed me but she knew I'd never make it that far
She said they'd follow me down if I didn't give myself away
So you just hold on tight and close your eyes and try damn hard not to think about yesterday
She said her father was a holy man who hid her from the world
Like a puppet in an evening dress with plastic friends and pearls
And I was never much for dancing so I was the leader of the band
And I played revolutionary waltzes with a revolver in my
Hand over strings
A hand full of finer things
There is salvation in here
Reasons for us to care
Hand on the wheel
Try to breathe and feel
'Cause going out's the easy part
I said going out's the easy part
And if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
And I, I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
Love is just the meaning of someone else's dreaming
And Heather's like Sunday
And if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it
And I, I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame like
Love is just the meaning of someone else's dreaming
And Heather's like Sunday