Faustina

It was
Days on end in a minivan
It was
Lookin' for an X on the map
Long nights shakin' in a stranger's house
With a bottle in my lap

Runnin' from
The deafening sound
Of a future
With no one around
From Barcelona
To Vestal's Gap

I've spent countless hours walkin'
Among the rank and file
Prayin' to some big set of eyes
That it's only for a while
Now I kneel
Before the only things I know
This set of keys
And I told-you-so's
But someday
It'll be worth the miles

It was
Cigarettes outside an empty bar
On a dark December mornin'
Months of bad food
And a pauper's guitar
Never heedin' any warnin'
I've had friends
And I've let my friends down
Lookin' for my heart
In the lost and found
Bare hands
Tryin' to stop the rain from pourin'

And I've been gainin' on
The crack of dawn
With glass eyes and a smile
Prayin' Saint Faustina please
Let me go out in style
I'll never know
How far down it goes
Till the devil reaps
What I have sown
Til then
I'm gonna feel every mile