Drove to Missoula with the company car and siphoned gas from the neighbor's yard Motel room funeral for dying arts and a gift shop guide to what you know you're not I'm standing on the high dive white-knuckling a daquiri A thousand thoughts running through my head that I'll never let you see A hedon or a heathen? Never doing anything that I should Just don't tell God what I've been up to I took a cab to Toledo but got the name of the place all wrong Two days later with a kid on the way, kicked out of every local bar New states with the same old games, I've got a movie script for a mouth You think you'll see me come the morning time but I'm already sneaking out A hedon or a heathen? Never doing anything that I should Just don't tell God what I've been up to Rotten flowers on the windowsill I said I'd call her but I know I never will We wrote our vows on a cocktail napkin Said I would knowing that it would never happen A hedon or a heathen? Never doing anything that I should Just don't tell God what I've been up to