Letras:Conor Oberst. Outer South. To all the Lights in the Windows.

Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet
He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea
And all the world's multiplicity, they turn his brain and his soul to stone
He drew his face on a tablet and carried it back home

Jesus off in the water, standing on His feet
Yeah, that's the thing about charisma it makes everyone believe
But there is nothing impossible
When I'm with you and when you're with me
I got a sad sinking feeling that, that can never be

But I'm going to do what I can for you, I will make a plea
To all the lights in the windows, the puddles in the streets
And all the lovers that you've been teasing from your balcony
May they carry you far from my memory

Solomon heard a protest from the lower court
Reached in his ear for a silver dollar just like he'd done before
He tossed it high, said that wisdom's fickle and chance is God's retort
And handed them a sentence, it was death by Trojan horse

Pharaoh woke from a bad dream splashed some water on his face
When it's a matter of nightmares you had better ask a slave
And he may tell you a famine's coming or he may look away
If he's kind then return it, let him lick your plate

But I'm gonna do what I can for you, I will make a plea
To all the birds in the chimneys, the whales up on the beach
And all the footsteps that you've been hearing like a timpani
May they carry you far from your enemies

I'm gonna do what I can for you, I will make a plea
To all the lights in the windows, the puddles in the streets
And all the hours that you've been sitting at your vanity
May they carry you far from your misery, may they carry you far

Jesus off in the water, standing on His feet
Yeah, that's the thing about charisma it makes everyone believe
That there is nothing impossible
When I'm with you and when you're with me
I got a sad sinking feeling, I got a sad sinking feeling
I got a sad sinking feeling that will never be