Well, i guess this ol' Bible won't take you home
In the same way this city won't go after your soul
And I know it's not the same when your daughter's in the reigns

But someday she will comfort you

I guess this is the end my friend

The worlds come after you
But i guess that's what you wanted it to do


This whole congregation and its war of wits
Makes the body you're raised in just a ball of fists
And I know it's not the same now your lover's lost her way

But someday she will comfort you

I guess this is the end my friend

The worlds come after you
But i guess that's what you wanted it to do


Please don't get me wrong my friend
I know you're fighting through
Guess I still see this killing you...


Well I guess this ol' Bible, won't take you home
In the same way this city won't go after your soul

Leave your doubts in that bottle on the bar room shelf
Cause there ain't nobody here gonna help you outta this wishing well


I guess we're all tribal when the moon is low
And this city of rivals are just the brothers you know
Leave the men at their station all hollering hell

There ain't nobody here gonna help you out of this wishing well

There ain't nobody here gonna help you out of this wishing well