Francis

Driving through the darkness

Hungover and carsick

Broken-hearted boy

Yeah, that’s how it started

With the dead

Asking why you don’t confess

Father Saint Francis

Your daddy’s in a casket

You hear it in the wind

But you don’t want to ask yet

You see it in her mouth

You see it in her hands

You know you got a secret that she’ll never understand

And the ghosts

Say what you already know

Yeah, you had a place in the kingdom kid

Yeah, the pretty people are so easy to forgive

But there’s something on your skin that you can’t get clean

There’s a fawn in the fence that you can’t get free

So you’re asking everybody who they think they really are

And you feel a little better till the sky goes dark

And the ghosts

Yeah, but you already know