Tell me what you want me to think
You can lead me to water and you can make me drink
I trust you if you say it's good
You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could
Tell me what I don't need to keep
I've over-packed and the sidewalk is steep
To your cathedral at the top of my hill
Makes me tired and dear it always will
Tell my why I haven't been here
I haven't changed and nothing's been revealed
It wants in the blood of the way and the light
It takes my sin Sunday morning and makes me drunk at night
Tell me the more than truth
Go and have the prize you failed to redeem
Don't tell me that you've always known
That I wake up first and you'd wake up alone
The sweet young man goes walking down the street
Wiping the blood off his hands
And it doesn't look good but he does what he can to erase the signs
But the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime
She snuck up behind him as he knelt by her victim
Whispered I knew you'd come but
There's nothing to be done and if I was you, I'd run
'Cause no woman cares about what you've found
When they see any signs of guilt
You kissed his face, you held his hand
You always were a sweet young man
He's still a mess so he has a car to take him to the fountain at Balboa Park
Where he used to play when he was young
He's gonna wash off in front of everyone