There is an intersection in your college town
with your name on it, with your name on it.
You always said you couldn’t wait to tear it down—
I should’ve been honest, called you out on it.
‘Cause I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
Well, no wonder you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
There is a bar you’re not allowed in on Bellevue—
A bloody-faced comet, you were a time bomb and
you swore you’d raise our kids to end up just like you.
Well, you’re a false prophet,
And that’s a goddamn promise.
‘Cause I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
Well, no wonder you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
I hear it’s haunted,
That the greatest writers ever lived
just where you used to walk at twenty-one—
You used to call those women bitches, didn’t you?
It rolled off sweet like honeydew.
But you will never know
how to talk to ghosts.
I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
You lost me, so you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
Going to Savannah…
There is an intersection in your college town
with your name on it, with your name on it.
You always said you couldn’t wait to tear it down—
I should’ve been honest, called you out on it.
‘Cause I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
Well, no wonder you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
There is a bar you’re not allowed in on Bellevue—
A bloody-faced comet, you were a time bomb and
you swore you’d raise our kids to end up just like you.
Well, you’re a false prophet,
And that’s a goddamn promise.
‘Cause I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
Well, no wonder you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
I hear it’s haunted,
That the greatest writers ever lived
just where you used to walk at twenty-one—
You used to call those women bitches, didn’t you?
It rolled off sweet like honeydew.
But you will never know
how to talk to ghosts.
I see signs from God and I tread lightly on the wire.
You see him in the water and you try to start a fire—
Burned bridges east of Atlanta,
You lost me, so you lost manna.
I’m in love with someone new,
And I’m going to Savannah.
Going to Savannah…