3:59 am - John Moreland

I’ve been living with a curse

Combing through the pages of my youth

There’s a million soggy miles

Soaking through the soles of my shoes

And I’ve been staying up all night

I don’t give a damn to sleep anymore

My eyelids are heavy

But my dreams don’t sing like before

And I apologize a thousand times for holding up the show

I always had the words, but they don’t quite know where to go

You said give me one good reason, now give me 20 more

Don’t give yourself away to settle someone else’s score

I got the guiltiest conscience

Listening for a savior on a Saturday night

I got my ear to the ground

You got Easter Sunday in your eyes

And I apologize if I seem a little overwhelmed

I’m thirsty, but the holy keep on pissing in my well

I had a purpose and a song that was true

But I ain’t ever had a lick of sense when it comes to you

So try to be patient, try to understand

I’m a child, trying to do the work of a man

My pockets are empty, I don’t own a thing

But I’d take a diamond from the sky and put it in your ring