Heather's Like Sunday

Had a map

Had a chance left in a stolen car

The cruise sure looked like heaven

But we knew we'd never make it that far

The sea fields and the poor towns flew by in the dark

And our plan, my dear, there she slept, with one single shot

To the heart full of strings

Heart full of finer things

There is salvation out there

There are reasons for us to care

Hands on the wheel

Tried hard to breathe and feel

Cause going out's the easy part, I said going out's the easy part

And if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it

And I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame

Like love is just a prison if there is no one there to listen

And the truth is shallow water if you learn nothing when it came

Found a cause

Had a chance dream with a cheap huitar

I know that she'd beleive me but she knew I'd never make it that far

She said they'd follow me down if I didn't give myself away

So you just hold on tight and close your eyes

And try damn hard no to think about yesterday

She said her father was a holy man who hid her from the world

Like a puppet in an evening dress with plastic friends and pearls

And I was never much for dancing but I was the leader of the band

And I played revolutionary waltzes with a revolver in my

Hand over strings

A hand full of finer things

There is salvation in here

Reasons for us to care

Hands on the wheel

Tried to breathe and feel

Cause going out's the easy part, I said going out's the easy part

And if the Devil was a poet, I doubt that he would know it

And I doubt that he could win your heart with simple words of flame

Like love is just the meaning of someone else's dreaming

And Heather's like