Place & Time Video (MV)

Breaking down
On the interstate
I was losing salt
While the album played

It was movie script
It was overstaged
Like a boxing match
Atop a bullet train

But I was sure when the chorus dropped
That Kansas City was the will of God

We booked a room
And we set a date
Cut the bridesmaids' flowers
Out of a hymnal's pages

Your sale rack dress
Met my Goodwill suit
With a birdcage veil
Over your baby blues

I was too young to drink on our wedding day
We were virgins in so many ways

In another time
In a different place
We'd walk side by side
We'd talk face to face

We could count the stars
From the Tigris' sand
We could number the hairs
On the Maker's hand

But we're renting east of the garden's edge
Empty buildings and promises