Withered Hand - Providence lyrics

[Verse 1] With providence to guide us we don't need a map to tell us where to go We put our high-tops on the highway and our mesh hats will follow We weren't born for times like these, burning cars and effigies One road just starting as another road finishes [Chorus] Oh for the hour and the power and glory would be ours Like the hours would be the hours of the last days We won't hear what anyone says It's not the glory, it's not the story our lives ever told When there was somebody for me every step in the road carried them from me And my feeble body [Verse 2] So we said we'd live in Paris in the tenth arrondissement We'd be hanging out on boulevard with the idiot savant singing "I don't care for times like this, we'll say we're all anarchists" But will anybody really understand what that means [Chorus] Oh for the hour and the power and glory would be ours Like the hours would be the hours of the last days We won't hear what anyone says [Bridge] You'll lose your looks, I'll lose my religion We'll be god's tiny carrier pigeons And we'll never return [Outro] It's not the glory, it's not the story our lives ever told It's an easy lie to tell and you told it well