Wiseblood Songtext

von Counting Crows

I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore
And the days of my youth have all long gone by
I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink
To or a ride downtown to some God forsaken land

One Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
But they held me down so long, Christ, I almost drowned
Yeah, I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile
So I kicked and I screamed 'til I tore myself lose from all these great big hands

Oh Yeah, Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind

My momma, she turned around and said
"Little boy you better wake up, 'cause your the walking dead"
Oh, she was the kind a girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
She just smoldered like an empty church left to burn in the wind

Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind