Chris Whitley

God Thing

Chris Whitley


You never notice child 
And I just pretend again 
About the power shift 
On your God thing 
I never forget falling now 
The times you rode with me 
You followed me down 
And never had to lose yourself 
With your God thing 
As I tried to strip high gear again 
Going so fast 
So fast 
I never cared about your politics 
All them dumb ass semantics 
All them other fucked side effects 
Because now if I could touch you there 
Sister 
Of course if I could reach you there 
Even though you'll be left alone 
Even though they always get it wrong