There’s a man with a sign around his neck   And he wears it on Sunday the best   He’s got a straight heart and a crooked smile   And his eyes are light just like his temper     And the song of psalm he’s partial   But all the books are grand   He sets in his empty pew   Hand over hand     And he says hey Mr. Preacher man can you preach me some of this   And I said hey mister lover man can you save me can you save this   I forgot     There’s a picture of his girlfriend who’s long been forgotten   Yeah she’s gone   And the memories they fuel him, for another day with god   Just one more day with god     And he walks in his silence and prays for love to mend   And he swears he’ll be faithful or at least he’ll pretend     Forget all the sinners and try to save yourself   Pictures of her in a locket but you put them on the shelf   And these open fields are like treason and that’s all we got   and for good reason that’s all that we’re taught     he opens up her picture and pears at her face   he does his hail mary’s but she just can’t be erased