When the Father formed man from the earth, with his hands, he breathed into my soul,
When he made the woman, too well for anybody's good, he had to know how they wouldn't heed his advice,
So they had to leave paradise,
Driven away from that garden long ago.
Has the sign of covenant dimmed in your sky?
Will we ever find gold?
Follow all seven stripes across my eyes; am I young or old?
It is reward enough to survive; men less fortunate have been skinned alive,
I'd rather be forgiven than enlightened.
Grace is a gift even more refined than magic dust,
Mercy - a quality more divine than trust,
If you're listening to me now,
If you're listening to me now,
I wouldn't blame you, anyhow, for running me out of town.
I have not suffered nearly enough for the crime that I've done,
I hear laughter above, I have angels who love me; I'm a lucky one,
For the sins that I've committed against trusting friends I've outwitted, I might've been staring into the barrel of a gun.
Grace is an offering more refined than magic dust,
Mercy - a quality more divine, even than trust,
If you're listening to me now,
If you're listening to me now,
I wouldn't blame you anyhow for running me...
Out of town,
Out of town.
Grace is a gift even more refined than magic dust,
Mercy - a quality more divine than trust,
If you're listening to this song,
If you're listening to this song,
I hope you find it in your heart...
I hope you find it in your heart to forgive...
I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me every wrong.
