Flying Low

She comes alone every evening
Lights as many candles
As she can afford
500 empty seats along the aisle
1000 empty tears in every stain glass window

And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling
And, Oh, the Needy come up wanting again
And, Oh, the Desperate come a courting'
The Lord has come up
Empty again

Sweat stains on the mattress ticking
They're drunk inside a memory
40 watts dimly light
The motel bedroom
Where Gideon's words
Will not save them

And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling
And, Oh, the Needy come up wanting again
And, Oh, the Desperate come a courting'
The Lord has come up
Empty again

He comes alone every evening
Degenerates into his bottle
He's long since lost any meaning
1000 blows are just too many
For one man to absorb

And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling
And, Oh, the Needy come up wanting again
And, Oh, the Desperate come a courting'
The Lord has come up
Empty again
The Lord has come up
Empty again
The Lord has come up
Empty... again