morgan geer

Rubble and Dust

I knew a girl who thought that once she could fly
She believed it up until the day she tried
Rock and roll could not control her fall they lied
She always intended to write home
 
Rubble and dust, Eve Angel don’t you trust me anymore?
She threw her around me and said
How I live matters more than what I believe
 
She believes we’re gonna meet forevermore
Somewhere between the barstool and the floor
Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry, here’s the door
Somewhere between the barstool and the floor
 
Rubble and dust, Eve Angel don’t you trust me anymore?
From the dark end of the street she tells me
How I live matters more than what I believe
 
A congregation feeds on bread and a rose
 
At a rest stop somewhere south of Bend
You ask yourself, would you do it again
Let’s not, let’s not and say we did
Spare the rod and spoil the kid
 
Rubble and dust, is all we ever was my Eve Angel
The last thing that she told me
How I live matters more than what I believe
 
 

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