I love this fucking country   And she loved me more than I could imagine   So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic      Paint away from the backyard to drip some more   Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store   With a woman who don't even drink out the whore   Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall   She was named for another flat land   We had it strong back then   In Konda we had a pond   That would never see the break of dawn   To damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn   Through that away   Yes, yes headed out west   And got undressed   With the nurture she gave me made me drip and get obsessed   There was a lady in Los Angeles   That handled this the way the manual suggest (the way the manual suggest)   She turned me on to music that I never heard before   She told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pour   And I don't know who heard it more   Professional journals or perpetual burn holes   Scarring up the dirty floor      East   Found a hollow hoe in the Colorado snow   It's like I follow anywhere el Diablo go   Took a stroll with a feline   And sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the D sign   Can't let her dance up on top on the top floor   Been there done that what do you think it's locked for?   I've lost more to my traveling soul   Then I dare to talk about so I'll be out I'll be on a roll   Down, down, down in Gainesville   No stranger to shame cold train and pain pills   Sometimes the ceiling is to easy to stare at   But it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps and bear traps   And it can't come clean without the sun beams   And it ain't complete without the drum beats   I can tell she don't want me   As is time to climb back into the pain and make the back stiff   I had to add one more story to the infinite   Already interwoven through a New York cigarette   Ex lover and a best friend best lover and an ex friend   Looking for alcoholic sentimental is a men a rhythm of   Religion on the PA   Make the people here say   God bless the DJ   She stays the wafer of replay   While I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway      Chicago inside of an empty bottle   There's a thin line between gossip and gospel   There's a house over there near Wicker Park   Where I found out Smart was afraid of the dark   Had to break her heart just to help me heal up   Tie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal up   Make sure the healing stays beneath the core   Pray you and yours and whomever you believe in more   Look around you there's angels amongst us   Look around you there's angels amongst us   Sitting in the rain on some sidewalk gaffing   Half of her wet cigarette in the ash tray   Trying to find a lost soul to save   And I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's paved   Keep faith in my suitcase packed my beliefs   There's angels exist I've even seen some sleep   I love this fucking country   And she loved me more than I could imagine   So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic