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 remembered to write home

Rubble and dust, the angels do not trust us anymore
She threw her arms around us 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
In between the barstool and the floor

Rubble and dust, the angels do not trust us anymore
From the dark end of the street she’s singing
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 us anymore
The last thing that she told me, she said
How I live matters more than what I believe