A weed believes the garden
Sunday cloves don’t fool me The sky is full of our prayer, prayer
When you were making moonlight
The mall cops in Mobile
The night fell from their eyes, from their eyes
This is ballroom stone
I’d help you let your hair down
Point to birds, then you’d say, «Bang, bang»
The sun left every evening, good grass was dying
You drew your dawn on the world, on the world
Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
Or walking into water after dark
Your papa saw me coming
«Blood knows when it’s worth it,»
Aw, you said, you said like a song, a song
Jesus left a best friend
Minds less forget of His field is waiting for wind, for the wind
Mobile had your moonlight
But the line cook had candy
You let him blow your candle a bit
(Hoo hoo hoo, haha)
Ring a bell that’s broken
That sound is loud inside us Flowing farther away, far away
Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
Or walking into water after dark
Love can last a lifetime
This is Alabama
And a wheel is forgiving the road, the road
Now you’re making music for beautiful people by the sea
Who don’t need a song, need a song
Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
This is Alabama