Buffet them winds like a road train gone by Suffer these sins like the drink's going dry Figure this dirt's gonna wash out my jeans 'Cause tomorrow, I'm cleaning these sleeves I am a contradictory man I want my silence, but I want my band I have to force what I know to be right So I'm keeping you clear from my sight Rinsing my hands in this slow-moving river Scrubbing my soul of the stories you stole Wiping up guilt like it's mud that I trod Come on, heal me of what I have got Prancing 'round pauses like they must be in time Hiding among chords as if they could rhyme I see the diva in all this discord Oh, it's me I have got to restore Steady on judgement and study that hand Ready my knife, and ready my man If I have chosen to be less than I had hoped Well, the saving is all that I wrote Rinsing my hands in this slow-moving river Scrubbing my soul of the stories you stole Wiping up guilt like it's mud that I trod Come on, heal me of what I have got Dust up these boots till the leather wears thin Wear in my hat, and wear in my grin Keep up the image, so to keep out this girl Oh, my ego's about to unfurl Rinsing my hands in this slow-moving river Scrubbing my soul of the stories you stole Wiping up guilt like it's mud that I trod Come on, heal me of what I have got Come on, heal me of what I have got Oh, please heal me of what I have got...