Nothing, AZ

In the white-hot Southern valley, good religion has gone stale
Jesus is a Cancer and he lives on Cowboy Trail
And he's shirtless in a folding chair and filling cans with spit
It's the venom of the righteous man raised in a viper's pit

I was baptized in a swimming pool and christened by his tongue
Had a thousand names before him, though I don't remember one
And now my backyard reeks of all those rotten clementines
It smells just like the summer love I had to leave behind

I'm standing on the corner
Of an empty parking lot in Nothing, Arizona
Maybe you can teach me how to leave
My childhood in the rearview
And love you like I'm supposed to

There's a fine, unbroken line between destiny and fate
Yellow reaching down the highway, you can run or stay in place
And father, I still love you, though I don't know what that means
For the both of us, I'm terrified of finding you in me

I'm standing on the corner
Of an empty parking lot in Nothing, Arizona
The skeletons that glitter in the sand
When I woke up from my dream
I held a shovel in my hands
And I stood over a me-and-you-shaped hole
What was the plan

Maybe you can teach me how to leave
My childhood in the rearview
And love you like I'm supposed to