Gravel In Your Halo

Boot prints on your Bible

Lipstick on my flask

You laugh like trouble’s tidal

Rip my buttoned past

You crawl up on that barstool

Skirt hitched halfway high

Say

“Preacher

What’s your sermon?”

I say

“Lay back

Don’t ask why”

You got gravel in your halo

Whiskey on your wings

Moaning my confession

’Til the whole damn tavern sings

You ride me like a backroad

Dust in every breath we take

Saint in Sunday pictures

But tonight you’re just my sin to break

You bite like busted bottle

Sweeter than a cherry lie

Cross swinging on your collar

Beating rhythm on your thigh

You write your name in sweat marks

On that cracked motel glass

Say

“Save me from my daylight”

I say

“Turn around

Raise that…”

You got gravel in your halo

Whiskey on your wings

Moaning my confession

’Til the whole damn tavern sings

You ride me like a backroad

Dust in every breath we take

Saint in Sunday pictures

But tonight you’re just my sin to break

Bedspring choir keeps clanging (oh)

Headboard tapping time

Every “God” you’re screaming

Drags me further down the line

If there’s fire on the other side

Let the devil fan the flame

’Cause with your nails sunk in my back

Hell just learned your name

You got gravel in your halo

Whiskey on your wings

Moaning my confession

While the barlight starts to sting

You ride me like a backroad

Dust in every breath we take

Pray in dirty whispers

’Til the sun comes up on all we wrecked and made