"Quiet Man" lyrics

There's holes in all the sidewalls where the wind it brings the rain in
And the gold crowns have been found out to be brass that has been painted
There's holes in all our bibles where we make secret compartments
To hide the broken treasures we smuggled out of the garden

And we gaze at our reflections like insecure children
Poorly dressed and always panicking in the bodies of men and women
And we stumble on like drunkards, toward a cliff just because
None of us cares about the end when we're trying to find love

And we get moving in the morning, we suffer on until the evening
Where we finally drink the whiskey that soothes our disbelieving
While others find a quiet place and build a fence around it
Spend their time on the money they make and find ways to talk about it

There's an angry man on the mountain just like there's always been
And there's a quiet man in the valley standing taller than him
And there's a child with a secret that she doesn't know she holds
And the fact that I can see it means that I am growing old

Some of us get lucky, find an anchor in the storm
And some of us never learn to see beyond the place we were born
And time is a mystic with a briefcase in his hand
You can pay to look inside it but you can't afford to understand (no really)

Maybe heaven is a place that doesn't have an address
And maybe that's okay, just like joy or sadness
You can meet God in a cigarette just the same as in a sermon
And the Devil's always listening to those who are deserving

Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah