Quiet Chapel Departure

(ahhhh) A tourist at the altar asking for the road

At two in the morning,

carrying a heavy load

He steps out to the gravel where the highway hums

Before the choir can answer,

the quiet engine comes

In a black car with the screen rolled up (mmmmm)

He left the chapel with an empty cup

Only the faith in the dust remains

Off the highway under cold sky stains (ahhhh)