Matthew Good - Heather's Like Sunday lyrics

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