Picture of Jesus laid on the dashboard
Pack of smokes, it lays besides me
And in the shards of shattered glass
You see reflections of your past
And they take the wheel, for now
Sinning tears, burn the way back home
No point in exercising what I do not know
And anyway, thought I'd talk to you again someday
Guess that I was wrong
Guess that I was wrong
Picture of Jesus on the dashboard
The clotheslines full in the alley way
If you drive far enough from where you were born
You'll have something else new to say to me
Sinning tears, burn the way back home
No point in exercising what I do not know
Anyway, thought I'd talk to you again someday
Guess that I was wrong
Guess that I was wrong
Maybe I was wrong
