Evening Mass
She comes alone every evening
Lights as many candles
As she can afford
500 empty seats along the aisle
1000 empty tears in every stain glass window
Sweat stains on the mattress ticking
They're drunk inside a memory
40 watts dimly light
The motel bedroom
Where Gideon's words
Will not save them
He comes alone every evening
Degenerates into his bottle
He's long since lost any meaning
100 blows are just too many
For one man to absorb
And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling
And, Oh, the Needy come a courting'
And, Oh, the Desperate come up wanting
The Lord has come up
Empty Again

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