Counting Crows
Текст песни Wiseblood

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 down town 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,
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 wind blows,
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind.

My mommma, she turned around and said,
Hey little boy you better wake up, 'cause your the walking dead,
Oh she was the kind of 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.

Wiseblood knows, (the wiseblood knows)
Wiseblood knows, (the wiseblood knows)
Wiseblood knows, (the wiseblood knows)
Wise, wise, wiseblood knows,
Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows,
Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind.