Grace for Saints and Ramblers

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

Then we bared our pains, leaving first base

Underneath the table so we never say Grace

Falling out of bed for the work, day, week

There was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood street

There were garden blossoms, Ben and Johnny rotten

Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to follow

Bit to green and paying no tax on a quick, romantic conversation

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

There were washed out cars and our barked old clothes

They were rubbing on each other, rubbing ghost on ghost

There were junked out punks and Jesus freaks

Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a leash

There were sleepless dreamers, doomsday preachers

The message and the messenger gone beneath the register

The sweet gum tree by the dope drunk tank

We can never get enough, we re the bad luck band

There were hopeless sinners, sweepstakes winners

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

There was laughing in the rain, sugar in the shade

There were back stab handshakes made on faith

We were never out of time, and we never entertained

Anybody say out of habit that the wind is gonna change

There were restless misfits leaving biscuits

Bottoms full of penny wishes, bodies full of petty dishes

Side by side with the birds and bees and we never sang Grace

Never ever took a beat

There were saints and ramblers, movie stars handlers

High above the aviary, underneath the cemetery

And we never wondered why cause the sun was in our eyes

There were seeds for the field, there was grease for the wheel

Drinking with the luminaries, eating with the missionaries

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I

But it all came down to you and I