I'm still the man that I was
Just a little more grain,
a little more stain
A little less stang in my bus
Still chasing a song
Between the verse and the bridge, I know life is
Just a chorus, we sing along
And sometimes I think I'm knocking on the door of heaven
And sometimes I feel like a highway to hell
And the surface bends on broken,
till we all run wide open
And we run right back into our sail
Take me down to the water,
dunk my head into the river
Raise your hands off the rock and roll Change my life,
wash me clean with the truth
of a guitar picker For the song she sings,
I'm glad to give my soul
Evangeline
On Evangeline,
light breathing in through the stained glass of my heart
The song she holds,
stuck in my head,
hooray is the day I bring a blind man out of a dark
And sometimes I feel like a candle in the wind
And sometimes I'm just the dust that that wind blows
And the surface bends on broken,
till my stand must be torn
And it goes back to when she was still my soul
Take me down to the water,
dunk my head into the river
Raise your hands off the rock and roll
Change my life,
wash me clean with the faith of an A
-man whisperer For the song she sings,
I'm glad to give my soul
Take me down to the water,
dunk my head into the river
Oh hell, rock and roll
Change my life,
wash everything when I sing the hymns of a neon drifter
Wash the blood from the wood of this six-string soul
Evangeline
Evangeline