Closer to the Truth and Further from the Sky - Butch Walker

Ribbons went flying out the window

As we drove down the interstate

Sex was something so brand new

It was hard as hell to wait

She made faces at the goddamn rednecks

And said «Look at you boy, you must worship Satan»

Just because I had the same long hair

As the Jesus in all their paintings

Every church just made me scared

Of words like servant and faith and congregation

In a world with so many answers left

Why do I need so many explanations

To get closer to the truth and further from the sky

And the static singes the speakers

Like a thousand hymns of inspiration

The road just winds through the canyon

Like a big black snake headed for salvation

And I’m getting closer to the truth and further from the sky

A roadside venue with paper menus

In a town that forgot its own name

We were hungry for anything that had a pulse

As we freed ourselves from the rain

There’s a disgruntled metalhead playing guitar

For a pop singer up on the screen

With his guitar held high and his head held low

He just wants a chance to be seen

And the static singes the speakers

Like a thousand hymns of inspiration

The road just winds through the canyon

Like a big black snake headed for salvation

And I’m getting closer to the truth and further from the sky

Well he tells me at the bar

That’s he on his last leg

That he used to have it all in his hands

That the girls don’t think much of him these days

It’s just hard for him to understand

Cause he’s a little bit older and a little bit thin

But he’s still got his heart in a sling

And we paid for the drinks and the bartender drinks

And it couldn’t be more late, yeah we’re all so late

And the static singes the speakers

Like a thousand hymns of inspiration

The road just winds through the canyon

Like a big black snake headed for salvation

And I’m getting closer to the truth and further from the sky