Broken Ladders to Glory

When the day is done
We'll get out of here
When the race is run
and the coast is clear
jump a sinking ship
Grab a falling leaf
I'll place a smoke ring 'round your yellow fingers
and a rose in your teeth

and we'll go climbing broken ladders to glory

When the faithful doubt
feel the rafters shake
feel our souls wear out
and our laces break
You're my ravaged nun
I'm your greasy priest
playing taps upon a battered toy trumpet
'til the lock's released

When the beast is crowned
we'll be at the dance
You in your tattered gown
me in my underpants
I will turn to salt
You will turn to sand
We'll get blown across the cracked linoleum
out to the promise land

When the day is done
We'll get out of here...