The Charging Sky - Jenny Lewis, The Watson Twins

If I run uphill, I’m out of breath

If I spend all of my money, then I’ve got no money left

If I place all of my chips on only one bet

I’m all in

And it’s a surefire bet I’m gonna die

So I’m takin' up praying on Sunday nights

And it’s not that I believe in your almight'

But I might as well as insurance or bail

'Cause institution’s like a big bright lie

And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fighting

But in the desert underneath the charging sky

It’s just you and God

But what if God’s not there?

But his name is on your dollar bill

Which just became cab fare

For the Evangelists, the Communists, and the Lefts and the Rights

And the hypocrites and the Jesuits, and the blacks and the whites

It’s in the belly of the beast

In the Atlanta streets

Or up in Laurel Canyon

The verge of Middle East

Still they’re dying on the dark continent

It’s been happening long enough to mention it

Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again

It’s been 25 years

Of spreading infection

Somehow we’re not affected

So my mom, she brushes her hair

And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan’s beard

And I share with my friends a couple of beers

In the Orlando streets

In the belly of the beast