Dead Horse - Sincerest Form of Flattery

Here is my harvest of heartbreak Here is my threshing of tears I'd give you my dream but I lost it Down in the locust years Still praise is the song that I'm singing Even though sorrow's my tune My love is only a whisper now But nothing is wasted with you Here is my secret miscarriage Here is my public divorce Nobody taught me to let go So I learned how to beat a dead horse Now all of my altars are empty Except for this lone hallelu The heat of your fire's just a memory But nothing is wasted with you Hungry as a mother who cannot find her child We keep missing each other I'm in the liquor aisle Prostrated in your glory I am bowed low under this Either nothing is wasted or everything is Here in the Holy of holies Here by the blood of the lamb Words I have said all my life and believe But still I do not understand But I want to live in your presence However inopportune The heat of your fire's just a memory But nothing is wasted with you My love is only a whisper now But nothing is wasted with you

A poor old man came riding by And we say so, and we know so Oh, a poor old man came riding by Oh, poor old man Says, "Hi, old man, your horse will die" And we say so, and we know so And if he dies, we'll tan his hide Oh, poor old man And if he don't, I'll ride him again And we say so, and we know so And I'll ride him until the Lord knows when Oh, poor old man He is dead as a nail in the lamp room door And we say so, and we know so And he won't come worrying us no more Oh, poor old man We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails And we say so, and we know so And the iron of his shoes to make deck nails Old poor old man Drop him down with a long long rope And we say so, and we hope so Where the sharks will have his body, and the devil takes his soul Oh, poor old man