Preacher

Preach,

Baby preach to me

I got maybe three

Songs left in me.

And hope, I got no more hope.

Except at the end of the road,

and swinging feet.

Come get the worst of me.

I'm over everything.

And how can it fail me now?

When I'm here,

Here on the ground.

(how am I supposed to feel better...)

Dream,

Baby dream for me.

I'm in my final scene,

playing for these.

And preach, my darling, preach, baby.

Tell me I'm worthy of something,

Like love at least.

Come get the best of me.

I'm over everything.