For how he's suffered me
 Through nameless towns
 And cold prairie
 For restless women
 At the end of the line
 Who tendered checks for
 A promise divine
 Cash as quick as "vegas"
 Like "vegas" in a dream
 I work this charismatic ruse
 For my brother's peace and being
 Sittin' tight in moline
 The money on the bed
 With every memory sharp to me
 And the fear of times ahead
 CHORUS
 Maybe the good book
 Came from the divine
 Or maybe it was written
 Just to keep us in line
 The mistakes of the sages
 Make the rules for the fools
 So father forgive me
 For bendin' the rules...
 Well, mister he improved some
 With the money I scammed
 Some days his light shines as bright
 As the light of the promised land
 Death was often something
 We freely would discuss
 When he was ten and I was twelve
 And the spectre would often brush
 In and out of treatments
 Since twenty months of age
 At eighteen the insurance
 No longer would maintain
 And my old man in the kitchen
 His hands upon his face
 Did weep to shake his very soul
 In the darkness of this place
 CHORUS
 Hold me Saint Christopher
 Over every county line
 Overlook my blasphemy
 For the sake of buying time
 Grant him days of laughter
 Bestow me clemency
 He sleeps soft in the back seat
 His freedom from ordeal
 To every ruddy youngster
 Off free in summer's fields
 And every young lass poised to claim
 Her share of what love yields
 To all the grieving angels
 And the litany of saints
 I am my brother's keeper
 To what end decides the fates
 CHORUS