Lyrics

Girl, in your sainthood I bet you make your mama proud
Gone with your convictions now
I’m on the outskirts of this universal light
The candles we held burned so bright

And I know I’m not
What I oughta be
My cowardice has captured me
In her clover dress
She parts the sea
I’m swallowed up behind her

I’m just a minstrel out here looking for a muse
Tripping on my Sunday shoes
Out of the cactus and off to the Great Plains
I may come home just the same

And I know I’m not
What I oughta be
My courage came and rescued me
In her clover dress
She parts the sea
I’m swallowed up behind her

Does looking at the sunset ever make you cry?
The lonely crescent moon
In a pink and blue sky
And I think about the baby
It’s cuts me like a knife
Reaching out to join us in this mystery of life

And I know I’m not
What I oughta be
My cowardice has captured me
In her clover dress
She parts the sea
I’m swallowed up behind her