I made my confession from a detonation fuse. I was hanging around town with the crucifixion blues, skinny as the driven nail, transparent as a saint, but the girl who saw right through me said, the holy ghost you ain't.
I kept my pilgrim heart for a thousand years, and your word it ain't the gospel, but it's music to my ears.
Now I know the promised land is wherever you are.
Let the angels sing on high in this karaoke bar.
In this darkness tonight that no sun could shine through, let there be light and let that light be you.
Let there be light and let it be you.