Wake Up Your Saints

I had a hole in the middle where the lightning went through
I told my friends not to worry, my wife would know how to fix it
Hole in the middle, I’m seeing less of you
Now I’m not going anywhere and I don’t know what I’ll do

It’s easy to lose your grip
It’s easy

I never tell my decisions to the ones I adore
I just show up like a bible breather outside the door
But when I look out the window I see Girls on TV
Living and dying in L.A. and it means nothing to me

It’s easy to lose your grip
It’s easy

So I walk through the streets I love
And I’m led to the house I built
So I walk through the streets I love
And I lay in your bed again

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them
Today

I didn’t have to explain to her that I wasn’t deaf
She sat me down and lit some colored candles over my head
She said you’re right, it’s a living, but you’re wrong for the life
You know you never should’ve listened to my father’s advice

It’s easy to lose your grip
It’s easy

So I walk through the streets I love
And I’m led to the house I built
So I walk through the streets I love
And I lay in your bed again

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them
Today

Wake up your saints Jenny, I need them
Jenny, I need them
Today