Me and Lazarus

Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down Oh, oh, whoa Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus kept bailing on that riverboat Floating by the choir rose Bobbing in the ebb and flow Whoa, whoa, whoa Guess I had nowhere else to go He's an emancipated punk and he can dance But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances Whoa, whoa, whoa Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon Fever flowing through the room Far too long and way too soon Oh, whoa, whoa Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes Never made the local news Whoa, whoa, whoa Guess I had nowhere else to go And I'm a liberated loser that can roam But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole A couple second chances surely would console me Whoa, whoa, whoa --- Me and Lazarus - Iron and Wine