If God had a name, what would it be And would we call it to His face If we were faced with Him and all His glory? What would you ask if you had just one question? Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home If God had a face, what would it look like And would you want to see it If seeing meant that you would have to believe in things like heaven And Jesus and the saints and all the prophets? Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to heaven all alone Nobody calling on the phone Except for the Pope maybe in Rome But He ain't home, He ain't home, He ain't home! No, no, no He ain't home! No, no, no He ain't home! Oh yeah, oh! (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?)

(One of us, one of us) (One of us, one of us) One of us got his number hung up, bet he probably coulda made the big leagues One of us dropped out tenth grade and he's 'bout to be a daddy next week One of us wound up on a Greyhound bus, sent him out of this one-horse town He was gone about a year and now he's sittin' right here with a beer right now We all talk a little small town, buncha raised-right-'round-here kids Keeping it country We all know a little dirt road, 80-hour workload week Never hurt nobody One of us got a chain if you get stuck One of us got a cooler full of cold Busch In the back of his truck And if that sounds like you You might be one of us Yeah, you might be one of us One of us got hitched to a girl he first kissed way back in fifth grade One of us ain't got no settle-down in him, probably never gonna change One of us been gone since he got called home, drove right off the road in his Chevy Any one of us coulda been shotgun, so we drink one in his memory We all talk a little small town, buncha raised-right-'round-here kids Keeping it country We all know a little dirt road, 80-hour workload week Never hurt nobody One of us got a chain if you get stuck One of us got a cooler full of cold Busch In the back of his truck And if that sounds like you You might be one of us Yeah, you might be one of us Raise 'em up, raise 'em up If it sounds like you, then you might be one of us So raise 'em up (raise 'em up) If it sounds like you, then you might be one of us We all talk a little small town, buncha raised-right-'round-here kids Keeping it country They all know a little dirt road, 80-hour workload week Never hurt nobody One of us got a chain if you get stuck One of us got a cooler full of cold Busch In the back of his truck And if that sounds like you You might be one of us (one of us, one of us) Yeah, you might be one of us (one of us, one of us) Yeah, you might be one of us (one of us, one of us) You might be one of us (one of us, one of us)

Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine

Pictures watch from the sidewalk past Poems go flying in the tracks All we ever got left is a pile of things I visit you with nothing burning Hidden heart, stomach churning Circled in the words like the vultures Your mouth becomes a dictionary Words without a holy theory You're the only one on the page Look it up to find my heart Tear that old shit apart Till you find the words to sum me up I don't need no alibis You sit me down here and you cry The music man sings his mystery songs He tries to put his finger on There's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel The things we all are destined to loose While I seek out that crooked muse You stole my heart and filled it up with blues I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy And I've been here on this precipice And I picked apart anything I bring So we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last We've all the merry things we needed It's time like this we remember to believe Let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me Lay me down here in your field They know just, what they steal

Summer days were just a magazine A magazine A magazine Cutting grass for gasoline For gasoline So I can see you soon Fall swooned Left me drunk in a field Dandelion wine for a year And I packed up the dust Of all that I owned Handkerchief hung from a pole I rolled out the day that the apples fell

Slept high up in the Rockies Set my clock for Californ-i-ey-aye And I dreamed up somethin' special to give that ocean Man, she cuffs me anyway So I'm banking on Virginia To keep me calm and clear and straight Just like clock work seems to tell us With every passing storm there's just a harder hail So light my way, Virginia May I can't sit still, just pace across this hallway We spent all this time Just trading crimes While the tune-smith packed a lunch He's headed down the coastline There's a loneliness thats blowin' Well I heard it from the radio man He's been locked up in the belfry Listening close to a string upon a can Me, I'm sailin' on to that savior She's a pilgrim living on the modern time And ever since I found her magic Now every car or cloud that passes is a sign Light my way, Virginia May I can't sit still just pace across this hallway We spent all this time Just trading crimes And I'm saving all my sleep for another life I'm saving all my sleep for another life And I'm saving all my sleep for another life

I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy May Take a round in the ring Gone hungry for the win Heres the part I just lose everything I cracked a spark just to hear you sing Sing I took it out The papers and the trash Old among the cans This golden love gone bad Shined it up Aiming at the sun Just a light year from us Hop a cab ride and we're off And all the ravens came along to play The simple notes you sang just went astray Everything was up, its coming down Everything was up, its coming down Coming down

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth Oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet Lord, the air was thin and sweet She held onto my coat that night, like a kid lost in her sleeves Oh we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound We slept on walking feet Lord, we slept on walking feet Oh Darlin, pardon me Can you help me remember When we were all flying free We were dust from our bodies And we were flicker and flame, yeah we burned till the morning Darlin, pardon me Off in the night, you can hear 'em bright, The Sirens of the Sea Oh and city birds and alley girls, they all just sing for free Oh they all just sing for free Oh Darlin, pardon me But do I look familiar When we were just larkspur and leaves We were strung through the tether And we were all silver and stone We were the lust of the miners Darlin, pardon me That sky glowed all calico like phosphor in the sea To the ground we fall, she owns us all Kings and boys and beast Kings and boys and beast Oh Darlin, pardon me But do I look familiar When we were just flying free And we burned from a freight train And we were some flicker of truth in the smile of a salesman And we were all buried jewels 'neath the grass in the suburbs And we were all living proof Oh Darlin, pardon me