Grace for Saints and Ramblers

[Chorus] But it all came down to you and I But it all came down to you and I [Verse 1] There were banged up pens, stealing first base Underneath the tables so we never say grace Falling out of bed for the workday week There was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood street There were budding blossoms, blaring Johnny Rotten Chewed up and swallowed By the prophet they were trying to follow Bit too green and we paid no tax On our quick romantic cul-de-sac [Chorus] [Verse 2] There were crashed out cars in our bark-old clothes They were rubbing on each other, rubbing ghost on ghost There were junked-up punks and Jesus freaks Weaving in and out of trouble, wrapping 'round and 'round a leash There were sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers The message and the messenger, the gun beneath the register The sweet gum tree by the dug drop tank We could never give enough to the bad-luck bank There were hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners They danced with the farmer’s daughter Capered with the corporate lawyers [Chorus] [Verse 3] There was laughing in the night, sugar in the shade There were backstab handshakes made on faith We were never out of time and were never entertained Anybody said the habit of the wind was going to change There were misled misfits, teething biscuits Volumes full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes Side by side with the birds and bees And we never sang grace and never ever took a knee With the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers High above the aviary, underneath the cemetery [Bridge] And we never wondered why, ‘cause the sun was in our eyes There was seed for the field, there was grease for the wheel We were drinking with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries [Chorus]