When we first met, I knelt at your feet
I called you my god. I need you to breathe
Three years have gone and you're still at home
You're hopeful for better things you're hopeful alone
So don't call me again
We're hot on the road to Lake Michigan
We're gonna walk out on the lake
If you knew me this wouldn't surprise you in the least
Grandma had painted a painting a day 'til all she had were pictures and nothing to say
She lives alone except for St. Paul and holy ghost haunting the paintings on her wall