And I don't sing at all like an angel
Yeah, ain't here to show you your sins
And I don't move at all like the water
I don't float to where I've been

But the upperside of heaven a little bit of vice
Is to hold on to the feeling that you are alive
But if you're running through the fields
And you look into the sky
Just watch you don't get captured by the night

I don't breathe at all like a fire
Yeah, my passion is a fleeting mess
My heart ain't at all like the Bible
Yeah it ain't one for holy romance

But it's good for the heart
Yeah a little bit of draft
And the watch out ??? that is unraveling
And if you're asking me now for a little bit of passion
Well baby I got caught up in the madness

Hold on to your
Hold on again
Cause I will carry home
And journey's end but journey on
Cause I'm real far from home
I'm real far from home
Ya know

Dillon stole my only heart
And Joni always sang me to sleep
Only ever been faithful to my mother
And she's loyalty to the streets
But you can learn a thing or two from these vagabonds and thieves
That sometimes speak holier than the beast
Cause the one thing you won't ever learn in church is
How to set yourself free

Hold on to your
Hold on again
Cause I will carry home
And journey's end but journey on
Cause I'm real far from home
I"m real far
I'm real far
I'm real far from home
I can't get wings with my feet on the ground
I can't get wings with my feet on the ground
I can't get wings with my feet on the ground
I can't get wings with my feet on the ground

Sometimes I think of turning back
But I ain't one for treason necks
Sometimes I think I'm going mad
So what is really wrong with that?