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. The angels do not trust me anymore
She says
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. The angels do not trust me anymore
She says
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. The angels do not trust me anymore
She throws her arms around me and says
How I live matters more than what I believe
