11:52 p.m. - 2006-03-01
Ash Wednesday
by Tom Russell
There once was a man who thought love was war
Stop me if you've heard this story before
He's got a purple heart, who's keeping score?
There's a lot of purple hearts in the purple heart store
He was a commandant, now he's a penitant
On Ash Wednesday
There once was a woman, a pretty young thing
She sold her soul for a diamond ring
She'd read about love in a magazine
Saw it every Friday night on a movie screen
She was a debutante, now she's a penitant
On Ash Wednesday
They're both lovesick, love tired
They strayed a little close to the edge of the fire
Their hands got burned, their eyebrows singed
They're walking down the streets of oblivion
They've got holes in their pockets, holes in their minds
They're holy people in an unholy time
Heading for the church at the end of the line
Ash Wednesday
See them hanging out in every lonely place
They'll tell you love can't hurt them now
But they've got ashes on their face
We're all lovesick, we're love tired
We strayed a little close to the edge of the fire
Our hands got burned, our eyebrows singed
We're walking down the streets of oblivion
We've got holes in our pockets, holes in our minds
We are holy people in an unholy time
Heading for the church at the end of the line
Ash Wednesday
Yeah, Ash Wednesday
