I was sitting in the church you were yelling in the street blood on your shirt and gravel in your knees and I was alone and you were afraid you thought they couldn't give you what need I told you once that the truth is a song maybe I'm wrong, maybe I just want to write it but I've been so close I could smell her breath like cinnamon and d**h, made me wonder what I'm fighting Cause I've seen you in the back row, yeah I've seen you in the back row I've seen you with your eyes closed at the all night show when you think that can't go home and I know you don't believe me it's not too late to wash your hands clean I've seen you in your shirt sleeves with a beer on your knee when the can sweats a circle on your jeans There was a time I knew every face now the whole damn town is painted black and grey that don't have to mean it was a fall from grace but there are choices, choice must be made