Save your sin for someone else Oh, oh, oh, not for me I ain't your mama I ain't your priest I got no time to waste on your saving grace So, get up off your knees please I ain't whiskey in a bottle, I won't let you forget No shot of Novocaine

At least we're underneath Underneath the same moon Shadows of the night Moving on the ground Like silent clouds They follow me around Tonight I stand in this lonely place I search the heavens For some saving grace

And even if somehow you could have shown you the place you wanted In a foreign place the saving grace was the feeling That it was a heart that he was stealing Oh, he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement The eyes are bright; he couldn't wait to