Tell me what you want me to think You can lead me to water and you can make me drink I trust you if you say it's good You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could Tell me what I don't need to keep I've over-packed and the sidewalk is steep To your cathedral at the top of my hill Makes me tired and dear it always will Tell my why I haven't been here I haven't changed and nothing's been revealed It wants in the blood of the way and the light It takes my sin Sunday morning and makes me drunk at night Tell me the more than truth Go and have the prize you failed to redeem Don't tell me that you've always known That I wake up first and you'd wake up alone The sweet young man goes walking down the street Wiping the blood off his hands And it doesn't look good but he does what he can to erase the signs But the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime She snuck up behind him as he knelt by her victim Whispered I knew you'd come but There's nothing to be done and if I was you, I'd run Cause no woman cares about what you've found When they see any signs of guilt You kissed his face, you held his hand You always were a sweet young man He's still a mess so he has a car to take him to the fountain at Balboa Park Where he used to play when he was young He's gonna wash off in front of everyone