Muddy Hymnal
We found your name across the chapel doorCarved in cursive with a table forkMuddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been
The shaking preacher told the captain's manThe righteous suffer in a fallen landThen pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in
We found your children by the tavern doorWith wooden buttons and an apple corePlaying house and telling everyone you'd drowned
The begging choir told the captain's manWe all assume the worst the best we canAnd for a round or two they gladly drag you down
We found you sleeping by your lover's stoneA ream of paper and a telephoneA broken bow across a long lost violin
Your lover's angel told the captain's manIt never ends the way we had it plannedAnd kissed her palm and placed it on your dreaming head