Christmas Lights

Under the light of the moon and marquee
Cup your hand gets the cigarette lit
We used to hear tales of danger but never encountered it
And we put all ears over pieces of plastic
Tell lies like it’s going out of style
There ain’t no money or glory for miles and miles
Oh, my god
On the darkest hour of the darkest night
My heart is sinking low on a gravel road
I saw a ghost
Light a cross made out of Christmas lights
And all my fears filled my soul
And took control
There was a time I can barely remember
Back when the bottle was a hideous crown
Now the bottle is the god we pray to at night
Sons and daughters and sundays from classrooms
Grown, but y’all know I’m filled with regret
I’m gettin' better but I’m still scared half to death
Oh, my god
On the darkest hour of the darkest night
My heart is sinking low on a gravel road
I saw a ghost
Light a cross made out of Christmas lights
And all my fears filled my soul
And took control