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