David Bazan Weeds In The Wheat
God bless the man who stumbles
God bless the man who falls
God bless the man who yields to temptation
God bless the woman who suffers
God bless the woman who weeps
God bless the children trying her patience
Trouble getting over it is what you're in for
So pour yourself another
'Cause it'll take a steady pair of hands
Holy or unholy ghost
Well now I can't tell
But either way you cut it
You should get some distance if you plan
To take a stand
God bless the house divided
God bless the weed in the wheat
God bless the lamp lit under a bushel
I discovered hell to be the poison in the well
So I tried to warn the others of the curse
But then my body turned on me
I dream that for eternity my family would burn
Then I awoke, with a wicked thirst
By my baby's yellow bed I kissed her forehead
And rubbed her little tummy
And wondered if she'll soon despise the smell
Of the booze on my breath, like her mom
Through a darkened mirror I have seen my own reflection
And it makes me want to be a better man
After another drink
God bless the man at the crossroads
God bless the woman who still can't sleep
God bless the history that doesn't repeat
