Counting Crows — God of Ocean Tides

Close the door on a short night Lift the lid on the daylight It's 6:09, West Tennessee time And I buy all my days At the same place where the girl sells her nights To a god of ocean tides All night long Writing poems to California Melodies of failure And the people I have thrown away Meanwhile somewhere west of Carolina In a congregation of strangers We are digging holes to China Then we pray to our reflections In the water when it rises   Headlights pin the highway down Jesus spins the world around I spend all my tomorrows coming down Goodbye all my days I know I said I never loved you But I might just try again tonight   Truck stops and river gods Gas stations of the cross Following a ghost         Following a ghost I pray the water wash away the memories and the cost Carry me south to the sea Along with your memories of me We are born in the water I will return to thee Coloured lights and birthday cakes Candle wax on paper plates Breathe the water Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye You can see through water All the way up to the sky Gods of water         Gods of rain Cover up the sun again         We are crossing at the Mississippi line I tried all my days To love you just the way you hoped I might But I’m leaving here tonight I can’t remember yesterday I tried If I said I could I lied