Savannah

There is an intersection in your college town
with your name on it, with your name on it.
You always said you couldn’t wait to tear it down—
I should’ve been honest, called you out on it.
‘Cause I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
Well, no wonder you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
There is a bar you’re not allowed in on Bellevue—
A bloody-faced comet, you were a time bomb and
you swore you’d raise our kids to end up just like you.
Well, you’re a false prophet,
And that’s a goddamn promise.
‘Cause I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
Well, no wonder you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
I hear it’s haunted,
That the greatest writers ever lived
just where you used to walk at twenty-one—
You used to call those women bitches, didn’t you?
It rolled off sweet like honeydew.
But you will never know
how to talk to ghosts.
I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
You lost me, so you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
Going to Savannah…