God Thing - Chris Whitley

You never notice child

And I just pretend again

About the power shift

On your God thing

I never forget falling now

The times you rode with me

You followed me down

And never had to lose yourself

With your God thing

As I tried to strip high gear again

Going so fast, so fast

I never cared about your politics

All them dumb ass semantics

All them other fucked side effects

Because now if I could touch you there

Sister, of course if I could reach you there

Even though you’ll be left alone

Even though they always get it wrong