He was listening to Jesus
Or someone like that 
Maybe a priestess 
A thousand years dead 

‘Love is the answer’ 
That's what he said 
He left for Ohio 
Lover still in his bed 

He went missing in the winter 
To find a thing called release 
While the songs they were singing 
Were oddly enough about peace

There's an endless greed for the road 
If you wanna go

His highway’s a glittering of sorrows along the way 

She was partial to December 
When the sky turned gray 
She used tradition  
To get through the day 

And whenever her brother 
Would call up to say
‘How is Carolina?’
She would put it away 

And forget about the summer 
When the locusts killed the peace
And the sound of her singing
Was a holy breath of release

There's a devil buried deep in the snow
If you wanna know
 
But maybe tomorrow she’ll be on her way

Now enough about forgiveness 
The requirement to be seen
As somebody other 
Than who you turned out to be  

It's enough to have a kitchen 
And a living room 
And a brother in Ohio 
And a lot of living to do 

What time they’re still borrowing will soon be on its way