there used to he a subway right above your head my father played for the passers by on his violin he burned that box for firewood and he laid his burden down now i don t have a father anymore you can take your norman rockwells and your teenage billionaires with their panic rooms and time machines and vintage rocking chairs when the moon is rising up behind the pyramid we could he in heaven or in hell you could be my savior i could he yours too they say the race is over but they don t know about me and you they don t know about me and you so take this note to memphis there s a woman l once knew she s buried in the catacombs you can lay it on her tomb she taught me how to take a punch and i ve taken more than my share now i don t have a mother anymore oh but you could be my savior and i could be yours too they say the race is over but they don t know about me and you they don t know about me and you well come on you can be my savior oh baby come on you can be my savior he burned that box for firewood he laid his burden down now l don t have a father anymore