Ribbons went flying out the window
As we drove down the interstate
Sex was something so brand new
It was hard as hell to wait
She made faces at the goddamn rednecks
They say, look at you boy You must worship satan
Just because I had the same long hair
as the jesus in all their paintings
Yeah but church just made me scared of words like
sermon, faith, and congregation
in a world with so many answers left
why do I need so many explanations
to get closer to the truth and further from the sky
and the static singes the speakers
like a thousand hymns of inspiration
the road just winds through the canyon like
a big black snake headed for salvation
I'm getting closer to the truth and further from the sky
(same pattern through the rest of the song for verses and choruses)