there's a beating heart in this caged machine
and a broken hymn that I cannot sing
there's the road we took and the dream that died
with the last sacred page on the passenger side
where our whiskey breath bent the metal roof
and the love we brewed was a hundred proof
from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon
with the colored lights flashing in praise of a 40 watt moon
earned these bloodshot eyes down a trail of tears
to a broken hymn I can't bear to hear
there's the road you took and it's running on
oh, I'd chase after to you but the transmissions gone
where the gasoline turned to sour mash
every gauge ran too hot and it lit up the dash
in a tumble weed blaze and a smokestack perfume
where we burned for our sins by the light of a 40 watt moon
you can follow me to the riverside
where waters rose and the magic died
every holy house fell in a raging flood
and the chapel doors sank like a barge in the mud
where our whiskey breath bent the metal roof
and the love we brewed was a hundred proof
from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon
with the colored lights flashing in praise of a 40 watt moon
