Jeffrey Martin - Quiet Man lyrics

There's holes in all the sidewalls where the
Wind it brings the rain in
And the gold crowns have been found out
To be brass that has been painted

There's holes in all our bibles
Where we make secret compartments
To hide the broken treasures we
Smuggled out of the garden

And we gaze at our
Reflections like insecure children
Poorly dressed and always panicking in the
Bodies of men and women

And we stumble on like drunkards
Toward a cliff just because
None of us cares about the end
When we're trying to find love

And we get moving in the morning


We suffer on until the evening
Where we finally drink the whiskey
That soothes our disbelieving

While others find a quiet place and
Build a fence around it
Spend their time on the money they make
And find ways to talk about it

There's an angry man on the mountain
Just like there's always been
And there's a quiet man in the
Valley standing taller than him

And there's a child with a secret
That she doesn't know she holds
And the fact that I can see it
Means that I am growing old

Some of us get lucky
Find an anchor in the storm
And some of us never learn to see
Beyond the place we were born

And time is a mystic with
A briefcase in his hand
You can pay to look inside it
But, you can't afford to understand
(no really)

Maybe heaven is a place that
Doesn't have an address
And maybe that's okay
Just like joy or sadness

You can meet God in a cigarette just
The same as in a sermon
And the Devil's always listening to
Those who are deserving

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah