Lyrics

She don't believe in god,
Yet she hopes she's wrong
'cause she's been looking for a good sign
But waiting way too long

Her sister was summer
The youngest was christmas
Her family named their kids like,
like they were calling a witness

the breeze along the lake
holding on too long
leaves noxious debris in the wake
and it's wrong

holding out her hand
tornada on the make
sifting for glass in the sand
like it's suede

Things got messy
and the good times passed
She tried to trade her baby
for two tanks of gas

when she finally figured out
What she could afford
She'd clean lost the romance
Of what she was working toward

the breeze along the lake
holding on too long
leaves noxious debris in the wake
and it's wrong

holding out her hand
tornada on the make
sifting for glass in the sand
like it's suede