We have all been cursed by the dark horse,
Second chances few and far between,
There’s no halo hanging up above me,
The ministry is equal to the disease.
Let’s go down into the water,
Hear the choir on the shoreline sing,
The Mississippi ain’t the river Jordan,
It won’t wash me clean.
Harvest moon hanging in the night sky,
Medicine is flowing through my veins.
Take that anyway you want to,
I would consider it some sage advice,
There’s a devil sitting on my shoulder,
He’s speaking to me tonight.
There’s a struggle inside me,
Salvation keeps pulling me,
I go back and forth, and back again.
A thousand pills won’t cure my bad luck,
I think this is who I was born to be,
Another day standing at the crossroads,
The Holy Ghost creeping up on me.
Let’s go down into the water,
Hear the choir on the shoreline sing,
The Mississippi ain’t the river Jordan,
It won’t wash me clean.
There is a struggle inside me,
Salvation keeps pulling me,
I go back and forth, and back again.
There’s a revelation when you come undone and your whole world comes unwound,
I’m unwound, it keeps coming,
Every shadow comes from the sun,
So let the sun shine down upon me.
Salvation keeps pulling me,
I go back and forth, and back again.
Let the circle be unbroken,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Stuck in this broken life, trying to be divine in the eyes of God.
