"Jesus Is My Ride Home" lyrics

Sin first through the madness, glass and ash, rooftop perched
Staggering captains over the backyard captive
And it's not what's so attractive, in the madness and sin
It's in waiting for the kids to ignite so we can see what happens

Watch the place divide into private bathrooms, arising wide-eyed
Scissored straws, looking surprise
We can watch the commerce rise across the cobblestone
Selling everything from getting stoned to being less alone

And if you want to be left alone, endanger gutters on your own
What's the use of those solitary rooftop blues
When there's smoke to stain your fingers?
Chasing rafters, raining sulfur and English on every pretty face in the room

Oh, the gravity of the spinning ground
It slows the growing legend in this house
Surrounds the night, closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic, and sound
Oh, the soul of this dying town, it comes alive when you come around

In every muscle twitch that shakes the dust right off your skin
Every backseat snitch, the younger kids run and tell their friends
All those things our private roof can bring
Much of madness, much of madness, more of sin

Oh, the gravity of the spinning ground
It slows the growing legend in this house
Surrounds the night, closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic, and sound
Oh, the soul of this dying town, it comes alive when you come around