She's a woman on a mission, always in the church
If you need a ride into town, her offer is the first
Yeah she thinks that if she's perfect, she can outrun all the hurt
But that ain't how salvation works
That steeple still needs paintin', they're out there cuttin' grass
There's a two line Sunday sermon, she'll miss 'cause she drives too fast
And the message on the marquee, reflected in the glass
Is every sinner has a future and every saint has a past
He's a man with a memory that turned into a curse
Keeps every bottle empty until he's numbed down to the nerve
He thinks that forgiveness is reserved for soles like hers
But that ain't how salvation works
If you need a ride into town, her offer is the first
Yeah she thinks that if she's perfect, she can outrun all the hurt
But that ain't how salvation works
That steeple still needs paintin', they're out there cuttin' grass
There's a two line Sunday sermon, she'll miss 'cause she drives too fast
And the message on the marquee, reflected in the glass
Is every sinner has a future and every saint has a past
He's a man with a memory that turned into a curse
Keeps every bottle empty until he's numbed down to the nerve
He thinks that forgiveness is reserved for soles like hers
But that ain't how salvation works