Lyrics
Their harmonies sound good, they ve been singing along with me, there s a hole in the ceiling that i can t fix
This rain makes me thirsty and i must drink, i ve been drinking all your water, my god was my banjo
my god was the highway
i ve been catching all the drips in a pot
there s a hole in the ceiling that i can t fix
I m boiling up the rain now, the rain s been making my woodstove hiss
My god was my astro van, someone s casting spells on me
my god was my audience
They ve been singing along, and i call all the angels and i tell em that i m sorry
Oh darling let go, oh darling let go
I m boiling up the rain and i m making tea, this rain makes me thirsty and i must drink
I m boiling up the rain and i m making tea, singing my god and your god may not be the same
There s a hole in the ceiling, their harmonies sound good
And i call all the angels and i tell em that i m sorry, someone s casting spells on me and i m getting healed, i ve been singing to your daughters
This rain makes me thirsty and i must drink, i m boiling up the rain now
They ve been singing along, this rain makes me thirsty and i must drink
oh darling let go
singing my god and your god may not be the same
The rain s been making my woodstove hiss, my god was the fire, god came to me in a vision as i drank
but they probably are
Someone s casting spells on me and i m getting healed, there s a hole in the ceiling that i can t fix
My god was the storm outside, my god was the highway
But they probably are, the rain s been making my woodstove hiss, singing my god and your god may not be the same
My god was your laughter, oh darling let go
My god was my banjo, i ve been singing to your daughters, my god was the highway
Their harmonies sound good, this rain makes me thirsty and i must drink
But they probably are, they ve been singing along with me
I m boiling up the rain now, cause this rain makes me thirsty, i ve been singing to your daughters
Oh darling let go, my god was your soul
the rain s been making my woodstove hiss
my god was my audience
My god was the storm outside, my god was my banjo
I ve been singing to your daughters, singing my god and your god may not be the same Banjo, life comes from every angle
my god was my dinner
the rain s been making my woodstove hiss
My god was the highway, someone s casting spells on me
My god was your soul, my god was my audience
They ve been singing along with me, my god was my audience, their harmonies sound good
i ve been drinking all your water
there s a hole in the ceiling
Screaming down from the stars, my god was my banjo
i ve been singing to your daughters
someone s casting spells on me
But they probably are, i ve been tripping on my fever
God came to me in a vision as i drank, god came to me in a vision as i drank, and i call all the angels and i tell em that i m sorry
Their harmonies sound good, my god was my banjo, screaming down from the stars