Broken Ladders to Glory

When the day is done

We'll get out of here

When the race is run

and the coast is clear

jump a sinking ship

Grab a falling leaf

I'll place a smoke ring 'round your yellow fingers

and a rose in your teeth

and we'll go climbing broken ladders to glory

When the faithful doubt

feel the rafters shake

feel our souls wear out

and our laces break

You're my ravaged nun

I'm your greasy priest

playing taps upon a battered toy trumpet

'til the lock's released

When the beast is crowned

we'll be at the dance

You in your tattered gown

me in my underpants

I will turn to salt

You will turn to sand

We'll get blown across the cracked linoleum

out to the promise land

When the day is done

We'll get out of here...